I took some photos this morning, it was so still and warm. Amid the usual racket of thrushes, blackbirds, wood pigeons, nightingales, great tits and woodpeckers, (and the bactrian army) I could hear the first flutes of the golden orioles from the poplars and somewhere close the oop-oop-oop of the hoopoes. Everyone who is anyone has arrived. Spring can begin.
Looking west and south.
Looking into the sunrise and the pond where the bactrian orchestra practices.
Poplars, hibiscus and the rose tree planted round about the time of the Great War.
North side of the house where we ought to build a moat for drainage. One day…
Bear’s garlic grows everywhere in the shade by the house. Like white blue bells…but the smell isn’t exactly the same.
The meadow is full of blue flax flowers. Too much light to get the colour though.
So much light
caught in petal bowls
bounced along blades of grass
fueling root and stalk
jungle of life.