On making a start

    "[...] I have made a start. The white cat looks down at me from a tree. Nesting birds watch anxiously from ivy grandstands. Bluebells, their buds still near to their roots, perilously close to the badger setts, promise a show in May; and, altogether, I have made a start. Making a start is the thing. One cannot do it often enough."

    Ronald Blythe, In the Artist's Garden.

    The sweet pea is Almost Black.