The first crocuses peeking through in the pot I planted up last autumn. I was in chemotherapy treatment when I planted them. it was a dark time and planting up pots of lots of different bulbs felt like an act of faith that there would be brightness and growth in the future. So it is lovely to see them emerge just as I, too, am emerging and starting to feel more like myself again
Beautiful post Victoria - and love to you as you are emerging and starting to feel like yourself again. I’m one year ahead of you in that journey and the coming Spring feels hopeful and bright this year. Bless you xx
Something wondrous about saying the word ‘hellebore’ out loud it has an onomatopoeia like sound that perfectly encapsulates the drizzle n’gloom. All hail the hellebore 🌸
We've had "wintry mix" weather warnings, which always makes me think of the soup mix packets of dried peas and barley. We have also had a lot of slow cooker soup over the last few weeks, and the sharp brightness of the last blood oranges to light up the greyness.
Finally bought some £1 daffodils from the supermarket and changed my winter themed duvet cover for a spring one to bring some brightness into the house after more dark and muddy walks this week.
I've walked in the gloom and rain and was delighted to spot the tiny red flowers on the Hazel. Worth looking closely amongst the dangles of male catkins.
Seeds potted up in trays on the kitchen windowsill in neat little rows, which made me feel productive. The only time I have stepped outside this week is to put the bin out, I’ve just sat at my desk watching relentless rain.
I am so sorry about the never -ending rain! I have been enjoying watching the deconstruction of an old bird’s nest that I had found on the ground and kept on my porch by a new bird that needs its materials. I haven’t seen the bird. I’ve only seen the old nest slowly scatter around the porch (but something is clearly taking it apart).
Cherry plum trees beginning to bloom in the hedge at the bottom of the garden and the first of my blue anemone blandas opening their cheerful faces. And yesterday no rain after 0800 so washing actually completely dried outdoors in the intermittent sunshine/breeze, the first time in weeks.
The specks of white on the green outside my house have been annoying me, so I got my litter pickers out and filled a bag with tiny fragments of wrappings and plastic, from amongst the emerging grass, nettles, ivy etc. Soon they'd all have been hidden by the new growth. And I can relax, knowing that any white specks are now very likely to be daisies.
Groundhog Days of rain and greyness. I couldn’t resist buying 2 hellebore after my garden visit at the weekend. Charmer and Glenda’s Gloss. They look spectacular. Also this week. Dunnock in the bird bath and watching a magpie determined to pick up the biggest twig for nest building
Flowers just bloom because that’s what they do — I have pink hellebores blooming in my garden in Western Washington State USA. Aren’t we lucky to see life? Snowdrops everywhere, Primroses peaking out, Where would we be without spring?
The first crocuses peeking through in the pot I planted up last autumn. I was in chemotherapy treatment when I planted them. it was a dark time and planting up pots of lots of different bulbs felt like an act of faith that there would be brightness and growth in the future. So it is lovely to see them emerge just as I, too, am emerging and starting to feel more like myself again
beautiful images, I am so glad to hear you are emerging too.
(25 years post chemo for me)
I hope Spring brings it's healing. Have walked the chemo journey. Enjoy the natural medicine as the natural world wakes up. X
🙏🪴💐 wishing you much brightness for the future Victoria
Beautiful post Victoria - and love to you as you are emerging and starting to feel like yourself again. I’m one year ahead of you in that journey and the coming Spring feels hopeful and bright this year. Bless you xx
Something wondrous about saying the word ‘hellebore’ out loud it has an onomatopoeia like sound that perfectly encapsulates the drizzle n’gloom. All hail the hellebore 🌸
We've had "wintry mix" weather warnings, which always makes me think of the soup mix packets of dried peas and barley. We have also had a lot of slow cooker soup over the last few weeks, and the sharp brightness of the last blood oranges to light up the greyness.
Herons are beginning to nest in my local park, looking severely down at everyone from their big messy nests, skulking around the loch in pairs
Finally bought some £1 daffodils from the supermarket and changed my winter themed duvet cover for a spring one to bring some brightness into the house after more dark and muddy walks this week.
I've walked in the gloom and rain and was delighted to spot the tiny red flowers on the Hazel. Worth looking closely amongst the dangles of male catkins.
I will look!
Flower seeds. Can't wait to get these sown next week when the moon phase is right!
Seeds potted up in trays on the kitchen windowsill in neat little rows, which made me feel productive. The only time I have stepped outside this week is to put the bin out, I’ve just sat at my desk watching relentless rain.
I noticed the quince by the front door has little pink buds preparing to open! Any moment now!
I pause in the little beech wood before my home. Everywhere is new green moss. The cameraman has put on an emerald filter. This is promise.
I am so sorry about the never -ending rain! I have been enjoying watching the deconstruction of an old bird’s nest that I had found on the ground and kept on my porch by a new bird that needs its materials. I haven’t seen the bird. I’ve only seen the old nest slowly scatter around the porch (but something is clearly taking it apart).
Cherry plum trees beginning to bloom in the hedge at the bottom of the garden and the first of my blue anemone blandas opening their cheerful faces. And yesterday no rain after 0800 so washing actually completely dried outdoors in the intermittent sunshine/breeze, the first time in weeks.
Peak litterpick window?
The specks of white on the green outside my house have been annoying me, so I got my litter pickers out and filled a bag with tiny fragments of wrappings and plastic, from amongst the emerging grass, nettles, ivy etc. Soon they'd all have been hidden by the new growth. And I can relax, knowing that any white specks are now very likely to be daisies.
Crocuses turning patches of grass into purply watercolours.
Hazel catkins dancing in the breeze, like golden tassels.
Needing to get out despite the weather, returning muddy and rosy cheeked.
Desperately waiting for a dry day...
Groundhog Days of rain and greyness. I couldn’t resist buying 2 hellebore after my garden visit at the weekend. Charmer and Glenda’s Gloss. They look spectacular. Also this week. Dunnock in the bird bath and watching a magpie determined to pick up the biggest twig for nest building
Flowers just bloom because that’s what they do — I have pink hellebores blooming in my garden in Western Washington State USA. Aren’t we lucky to see life? Snowdrops everywhere, Primroses peaking out, Where would we be without spring?
Hello 'neighbor' from Greenwood. 💐