What a stunning sequence of images! There’s something truly magical about the way poplar leaves catch the light—like thousands of tiny mirrors. You’ve captured the heartbeat of spring perfectly in just a few words. Thank you for this breath of fresh air!
My ever present dog walking companion the Merlin app gave me a yellow half circle of uncertainty on identifying a garden warbler this morning. I had to try and keep the song in my head all the way back home to check and confirm that it was.
That is a stunning selection of tulip colours. What a lovely trip and a treat to hear nightingales. I am reading about Knepp in ‘Wilding’. I bought the hardback in a charity shop and laughed when I opened it to see a plate declaring it as an A level biology prize, clearly never opened. A certain student’s loss and my gain.
Meanwhile, I tried to walk through the burgeoning undergrowth yesterday. Cleavers tangled around my ankles and tripped me up. Lesson learned.
A week of windy seaside walks beneath blue skies, with lime green Alexanders dancing along every pathway of the North Norfolk coast. I saw my first ever curlew, amongst other birdie treats.
You are very lucky to have heard that precious nightingale Lia. Looks like a wonderful trip.
A birthday walk in a bluebell wood in warm sunshine sheltered from the easterly wind, the colour, the fragrance and the beauty of the flowers in slanting dappled shafts of sunlight through the bright green soft new beech leaves with a soundtrack of blackcaps, wrens, robins, chiffchaffs, willow warblers and overhead a buzzard calling followed by a pint and ploughman’s shared with my beloved- perfect perfect birthday treat.
It's that special time of year when the rising sun shines directly on my pillow (and, therefore, my face)! Lilacs blooming, lawns long enough to mow, chilly mornings and warm afternoons.
Fat and bright half moon lighting up the night, wren singing at top volume in the early evening sun, inky dark irises in the University gardens on the way to a lunchtime concert to hear gamelan and organ in conversation (among other surprises).
Seas of bluebells at the Wray Estate, waving in purplish carpets against the bright blue of Windermere on this sunny April weekend! We're also at peak cherry blossom in Edinburgh, perfect for my wedding day pictures earlier this week! 🌸
Loads of daisies and dandelions in the park, seemingly sprung up out of nowhere. Warm enough to be outside without a coat. Every time I go outside there’s more green in the garden.
I am loving your posts and pictures Lia! We have jumped from -20-degree Fahrenheit below zero-to-+53-degree Fahrenheit above zero in just a few weeks. Nature is exploding with energy. We are all bursting with energy as well with sixteen hours of daylight now. The birds have all returned to nest on the wetlands and tundra and the bears are coming out of their dens. Soon the moose will be dropping their calves. Spring has sprung in the far north!
The first day spent outside long enough to get a rosey glow on my cheeks and nose. Nothing to be proud of and I always feel silly afterwards but happens to me, without fail, that first full day in a park. The suncream is out!
Close encounter with two lovely deer. Bluebells spreading to carpet the forest floor. Patches of green beginning to join together. Tightly rolled ferns ready to unfurl. Freezing in the morning, toasty in the afternoon.
Bluebells bluebells bluebells! And loads of time in the garden. 🌷
My entry is concise this week but I love how everyone in the comments describes their seasonal discoveries. So poetic, no wonder it makes a great big poem each month!
Bluebell peeping! They were particularly gorgeous in the dappled sunshine, with a soundtrack of wrens, blackbirds and robins
Spotless clear blue skies, wishing that nagging north wind could stop blowing for once but happy that it's sunny at least
That luminous yellow green that newly unfurled leaves have in spring
Looking for Lyrid meteors on those super clear nights, the cat curled up on me keeping me warm, Ursa Major keeping watch above my head.
The swallows are back, the lilac is out and the poplar tree's a-shimmering. What a week!
and yes oak before ash here in Gloucestershire too.
What a stunning sequence of images! There’s something truly magical about the way poplar leaves catch the light—like thousands of tiny mirrors. You’ve captured the heartbeat of spring perfectly in just a few words. Thank you for this breath of fresh air!
Thank you! Yes I just love the poplar's magical movement.
My ever present dog walking companion the Merlin app gave me a yellow half circle of uncertainty on identifying a garden warbler this morning. I had to try and keep the song in my head all the way back home to check and confirm that it was.
That is a stunning selection of tulip colours. What a lovely trip and a treat to hear nightingales. I am reading about Knepp in ‘Wilding’. I bought the hardback in a charity shop and laughed when I opened it to see a plate declaring it as an A level biology prize, clearly never opened. A certain student’s loss and my gain.
Meanwhile, I tried to walk through the burgeoning undergrowth yesterday. Cleavers tangled around my ankles and tripped me up. Lesson learned.
A week of windy seaside walks beneath blue skies, with lime green Alexanders dancing along every pathway of the North Norfolk coast. I saw my first ever curlew, amongst other birdie treats.
You are very lucky to have heard that precious nightingale Lia. Looks like a wonderful trip.
A birthday walk in a bluebell wood in warm sunshine sheltered from the easterly wind, the colour, the fragrance and the beauty of the flowers in slanting dappled shafts of sunlight through the bright green soft new beech leaves with a soundtrack of blackcaps, wrens, robins, chiffchaffs, willow warblers and overhead a buzzard calling followed by a pint and ploughman’s shared with my beloved- perfect perfect birthday treat.
Hope your birthday was wonderful!!
Happy birthday Anne. X
Thank you
It's that special time of year when the rising sun shines directly on my pillow (and, therefore, my face)! Lilacs blooming, lawns long enough to mow, chilly mornings and warm afternoons.
Particles of sun light dancing upon the river
Fat and bright half moon lighting up the night, wren singing at top volume in the early evening sun, inky dark irises in the University gardens on the way to a lunchtime concert to hear gamelan and organ in conversation (among other surprises).
Seas of bluebells at the Wray Estate, waving in purplish carpets against the bright blue of Windermere on this sunny April weekend! We're also at peak cherry blossom in Edinburgh, perfect for my wedding day pictures earlier this week! 🌸
Congratulations! And what magic timing
Congratulations on your wedding! Cherry blossoms in the background sounds lovely!!
Congratulation and May you be perfectly happy!
Loads of daisies and dandelions in the park, seemingly sprung up out of nowhere. Warm enough to be outside without a coat. Every time I go outside there’s more green in the garden.
I am loving your posts and pictures Lia! We have jumped from -20-degree Fahrenheit below zero-to-+53-degree Fahrenheit above zero in just a few weeks. Nature is exploding with energy. We are all bursting with energy as well with sixteen hours of daylight now. The birds have all returned to nest on the wetlands and tundra and the bears are coming out of their dens. Soon the moose will be dropping their calves. Spring has sprung in the far north!
The first day spent outside long enough to get a rosey glow on my cheeks and nose. Nothing to be proud of and I always feel silly afterwards but happens to me, without fail, that first full day in a park. The suncream is out!
Close encounter with two lovely deer. Bluebells spreading to carpet the forest floor. Patches of green beginning to join together. Tightly rolled ferns ready to unfurl. Freezing in the morning, toasty in the afternoon.
Bluebells bluebells bluebells! And loads of time in the garden. 🌷
My entry is concise this week but I love how everyone in the comments describes their seasonal discoveries. So poetic, no wonder it makes a great big poem each month!
Cuckoo calling at the top of Leith hill.