Last week we had the most glorious few days: bright blue skies filled with an even brighter (and warmer!) sun; the wind finally calm and the temperature cool but not cold. We were toying with the idea of visiting a town on Saturday but thought why not enjoy the countryside in this lovely weather? So we hopped into the car and ended up at our local National Trust property. Luckily, we were there early and managed to get in before the crowds, which is always the best time to go (especially as it was the start of the Easter hols and they were doing an Easter egg hunt around the grounds).
The plum blossom is already pretty much over here, but is being replaced by cherry blossom, those big blousy petals calling to everyone and proclaiming the arrival of spring. And the blue skies – they’re always bluer in spring; deep blue, in a way that they’re not at any other time of year.
The lichen growing on the trees is a good sign; it shows how clean the air is, as they are very discerning fellows.
These impatiens are enormous – much bigger than their British-bizzy-lizzy-relatives – as they’re grown in a hot house. I am a big fan of the hot house in winter and spring – I love going inside and escaping into the warmth and humidity for a while. I can imagine the heating bill is pretty hefty though!
I’m not sure what this tree blossom is. I thought it was an amelanchier like ours, but now I’m not so sure. Its blossoms were very understated and elegant.
These are little brunnera that pop up everywhere in the estate. Mum has a clump in her garden and they’re making like Triffids, but they are very pretty.
We stopped to feed the geese and ducks. The lady ducks were so friendly you could stroke them (though we refrained). Feeding the ducks always proves a big hit around here and it’s a cheap way to spend an hour or so, especially when incorporated into a walk.
We’re almost at the end of daffodil season! I can’t believe it. These fancy daffs were still in their prime, though. Aren’t they gorgeous? Totally different to the upright, trumpet daffs I know and love, but no less full of sunshine.
Their spindly necks hold one perfect, delicate, nodding bloom. Only seen for a couple of weeks a year and always looked-forward to as one of the first signs of spring, coming as they do at the same time as the cuckoo’s first calls (in Lincolnshire at least; we don’t seem to get many cuckoos here).
This is a lesser celandine. It seems that they’re a pretty common plant around these woods but I don’t recall seeing them often down south. It was so, so, so yellow! Bright and warm in such drab surroundings.
In the formal gardens there were the first signs of blossom. Deep blue skies and the first hints of pure white, blousy blooms. It makes me want desperately to get my lino cutting stuff out again but I’m not sure I’ll get round to it. Truth be told I am not terribly artistic but I did very much enjoy doing my lino cutting. It’s been ages since I last had a go (2013!). Maybe one evening…
All sorts of things were in bloom; some I knew, some I didn’t. I love the colours and the textures and the dappled sunlight. The quality (and the quantity) of the light has changed so much in the last month; it is so different to the weaker winter sun.
Is this plum blossom? I’m pretty sure it is. The plums always come before the cherry blossom. Aren’t they beautiful and delicate? Those ice-white petals next to the copper leaves – lovely.
The may leaves are out in abundance at the bottom of our garden too. Soon we’ll see the buds burst into a snow-like cascade.
There’s something different about the way time moves now. I honestly wake up in one month and the next thing I know it is the next and I have to try to scrabble through days to work out where it’s gone. I used to think time flew when working 40+ hours a week, and it did to an extent, but I think that now time moves differently. It is probably to do with having children and the changes it has on the brain – who knows?! But either way I am really aware that time no longer moves in the way it has for so many years and I feel a bit powerless to slow it. The seasons, marking out the passage of time somehow, are something I can grasp hold of to try to make the time slow down a bit.
Ah Spring! I love this time of year very much, and even moreso now that I have a little companion running around enjoying it and finding awe in it as much – if not more – than I do. I hope that you’re enjoying spring wherever you are!