Super late this week! Apologies…here I am. How has your week been? I finally emerged from my room this week and found that the spring loom had occurred. You know that thing when you skip a portion of spring for whatever reason, and then step out and get a shock. I once went to Cyprus for a week in May, and I remember coming into land at Bristol Airport and it was as if the whole countryside had loomed up to meet me. Everything seemed several feet higher in greenery and the world had switched from spring to summer in my absence. Well it was a bit like that steeping into the park this week.
This is our weekly community post in which I tell you something I have noticed that felt particularly ‘this week of the year’ and then you tell me yours. At the end of the month - swiftly incoming! - I bundle them all up into a big beautiful poem of sorts.
Here’s mine:
The May
I don’t know why hawthorn blossom gets me like it does, but there is no other spring flower that makes my heart soar like this. I think it’s partly the mass nature of it, just reams and reams of streaming white firework flowers stretching off into the distance. I cannot get a picture that does it justice but my camera roll is full of attempts. Anyway it is properly here this week and I love it.
That’s it from me, now over to you. What have you seen/done/eaten/baked etc…this week that felt particularly ‘this week in the year’?
The garden is all soft green edges after some welcome rain. And the heartstopping beauty of bluebell filled woodlands - a portal to meet ghosts of yourself in previous Springs, not to mention the generations who have gone before. I'm not sure there's much more perfect than a British woodland in Springtime.
blue white and purple bells with scatterings of cow parsley
playful daisies and butter cups carry memories of childhood games
and my beautiful elderly lady dog with her tender heart and stiff joints trots on
enjoying all the scents of wood and field , then pausing adds her own very particular one