This picture made me think of the way the seasons blend into one another. The brown leaves are leftovers from Autumn which have laid patiently on the ground, sheltering the grass from the brunt of the weather. The carpet of grass has remained dormant with little to show for it's winter slumber. The burst of sunshine yellow from the aconite; heralding the coming of spring. It's joyful to see. Of course, in the foreground out of focus bob a few snowdrops.
That leaf though; such amazing detail when you inspect it up close. Sophie
For me, catkins are a curiosity. Strange little things.
In the absence of any flowers in bloom at the moment I decided to create a little display of catkins in a vase. It sounds like a silly question but I didn't know whether to fill the vase with water or whether to leave it dry. In the end I added water but I can't decide whether this will bring them to an end sooner or instead will keep them alive.
The little catkins have 'bloomed' now with a few dropping off altogether. It's been nice for a bit of interest but I really had my heart set on some gorgeous flowering viburnum at the moment. I've seen a few but they're all in peoples' gardens so completely out of reach. Hopefully they're receiving due appreciation and admiration in situ. Sophie
On Saturday we ventured out in the drab, murky weather to see for ourselves the carpet of snowdrops in bloom. Winter patience has paid off; the pearly white heads are strewn about the floor like a string necklace has been torn from it's wearer and have scattered to every corner. Little treasures glinting in glee at their escape from the confines of the jewellery box.
Aren't they such a welcome sight after the dormant winter months? Although white is technically not a colour, it's a welcome sign of lie; adding some gorgeous delicate new growth to the landscape.
It is traditionally considered unlucky to bring snowdrops inside the house as they can represent death - I read that somewhere- but presumably that is because they are seen prolifically in churchyards. I did get down and stoop and wobble in an attempt to sniff a bunch in bloom. It is surprisingly hard to get your nose that low without knees touching the deck. Alas, I can report back that I couldn't smell anything. I shall persist.
Oh they're such a joy to behold. The pricks of yellow (are they aconites?) make an even more delightful sight.
A church display; elegant simplicity. When (if, to be realistic) our garden bulbs flower I might hope to display some in a similiar way.
Get out and see some for yourself. If in doubt, they are almost certainly some in a churchyard. Besides, half the fun is in the hunting. Sophie
I love to wear precisely what tickles my fancy each day. Weekends and holidays of course. Much as I adore cosy knits and oversized jumpers, I wish they weren't a necessity (along with the twelve to twenty two layers beneath them to keep my warm. Vests that shrink in the wash and only reach my belly button are on my blacklist. As are tights which now seem to be a more appropriate size for someone half my stature. Let's face it, who actually has the time or inclination to hand wash anything these days?
It's been so chilly the last few weeks that I'm practically living in this scarf as part of my permanent address. Fear not, I also went out wearing a coat, gloves and sexy bobble hat but I'm sick of the sight of myself trussed up in all that garb. The days of going out in a simple dress seem so distant.
This weekend was a bit of an uneventful one, mostly due to woeful weather. Neverthless this week has almost all it's posts started with plenty of pictures from last week and recent thoughts so there's lots to keep your eyes peeled for.
Have a great Monday, Sophie
Eye to the viewfinder; that's how I've played winter 16-17. Seeking out the tings I like. Yes.
A few highlights from a walk on Saturday. Hopefully you like this lot too.
Moss. Isn't it fascinating? You can pull of tufts of the stuff in sturdy little clumps and it boggles the mind where it comes from.
Below: buzzardry. They have a piercing call which (now I can recognise) is unmistakable.
It won't be long before the new growth for spring takes centre stage. Bring on the crocuses, aconites, tulips and daffodils! Sophie
I love to wear precisely what tickles my fancy each day. Weekends and holidays of course. Much as I adore cosy knits and oversized jumper...
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