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.
Thank you for sharing - I have always loved the sea of bluebells - lovely memories of picnics in the woods with my son pretending we were on a boat! When we moved away from those woods, my son commissioned a painting of them. They are my top flower, bringing the promise of spring with them
My mum calls this part of spring 'the frothy season'. I sat out in the back garden at half eleven last night and looked ap at apple blossom and the big bear constellation behind it, whilst I listened to a nightingale sing.
At peak spring bloom here with meadows of orange poppies, purple lupine, pastel milkmaids, and grasses so tall that the wind can be seen blowing through in waves. In the forest, tiny wild rose flowers bloom in an unexpected early arrival of summer.
Joy found in the open meadow at RHS Bridgewater, seeing the thousands of dandelions that had been left to flower instead of neatly removed. It felt like a huge shift. Loved it
So glad you are recovered Lia - I ended up in A and E on Easter Saturday, also our Ruby wedding anniversary - not a great way to celebrate Easter and remember 40 years on a trolley for 8 hours! At least my husband was with me! No bones broken just a very painful back I am slowly recovering from. Like you, I find the hawthorn so pretty - I think this is the flower known as May. I spent time this week looking closely at the little pops of white followed by the delicate flowers and little pink anthers. Isn't nature wonderful!?
i think i mentioned it last week but the meadow of cowslips just makes me smile every time i go past it. just a field of little yellow flowers with an awakening wood as a backdrop. they only last a few weeks but i look forward to them every 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.
Thank you for sharing - I have always loved the sea of bluebells - lovely memories of picnics in the woods with my son pretending we were on a boat! When we moved away from those woods, my son commissioned a painting of them. They are my top flower, bringing the promise of spring with them
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
My mum calls this part of spring 'the frothy season'. I sat out in the back garden at half eleven last night and looked ap at apple blossom and the big bear constellation behind it, whilst I listened to a nightingale sing.
At peak spring bloom here with meadows of orange poppies, purple lupine, pastel milkmaids, and grasses so tall that the wind can be seen blowing through in waves. In the forest, tiny wild rose flowers bloom in an unexpected early arrival of summer.
I was finally ready to call it this week... Peak cherry blossom season in Edinburgh!
Morning Glory seedlings on an indoor window sill racing up their supports, a new coil of their stems and leaf twins every day.
Joy found in the open meadow at RHS Bridgewater, seeing the thousands of dandelions that had been left to flower instead of neatly removed. It felt like a huge shift. Loved it
Bluebells and harebells and blossom (oh my!). Rain and then sunshine, lunch in the garden and washing on the line
Wisteria covering the wall of a stately home, tulips reaching for the sky, and a lawn full of daisies.
Woken very early by a very loud blackbird. Mixed emotions…
Dandelion clocks sprouting everywhere and in high demand- the children to tell the time and the goldfinches to feast on the seeds.
I went for a lunchtime stroll and admired all the lovely bluebells in our local woods
Earlier in the week I had this experience and wrote about it. It felt very “of the moment”, a mild Spring teatime wander…
KINGFISHER
Yesterday late afternoon
I just caught sight of a bird,
he doggedly drilled along the stream
then I heard it pipe and knew.
I crouched down low,
my back to the beech
where juvenile squirrels
were playing -
and I waited and listened,
I watched and wondered
…and suddenly a plop!
and some ripples.
I turned my head
held my breath and rejoiced
as the majestic jewel
gave a show.
Oh halcyon king!
Oh tiniest fisher!
No pictures
except in my heart.
Wonderful x
So glad you are recovered Lia - I ended up in A and E on Easter Saturday, also our Ruby wedding anniversary - not a great way to celebrate Easter and remember 40 years on a trolley for 8 hours! At least my husband was with me! No bones broken just a very painful back I am slowly recovering from. Like you, I find the hawthorn so pretty - I think this is the flower known as May. I spent time this week looking closely at the little pops of white followed by the delicate flowers and little pink anthers. Isn't nature wonderful!?
Oh Im sorry to hear that Sue. Hope you can take is easy for a bit x
Get well soon Sue x
i think i mentioned it last week but the meadow of cowslips just makes me smile every time i go past it. just a field of little yellow flowers with an awakening wood as a backdrop. they only last a few weeks but i look forward to them every year
Happily sitting in the garden with a book, enjoying the scent of lilac and the sunshine...