A warm spring morning, with no rain for the last few days. Our local woods have been hard to access since most entrances are across drainage ditches. These have been serving their purpose recently and have consequently been full of water. However, one has at last dried into a muddy puddle and is possible to cross.
Dog Rex was delighted since recent walks have been on pavements - good for keeping claws in trim, but no squirrels to chase!
Everything is blooming about a month ahead of time because of the mild winter, so bluebells are apparent everywhere; their beauty all the more poignant because of their ephemerality.
Good, too, to see the black-thorn in frothy blossom. A reminder to return here in about November, after the first frosts have been on the resulting sloe berries. Sloe gin is a good restorative after a winter walk.
7 comments:
Ah yes! Bluebell woods are so English for me. And this is turning out to be a truly wonderful springtime - but then are not they all? Love your dog.
Lovely photos. I do sympathise about your blog, though have no clue as to what can be done.
Sigh. x
Susan
Very beautiful, Rex looks so happy.
I have bluebells in my yard, but not as lush as yours. They do spread each year, but slowly. This year, they are about a foot farther out than last year.
Rex is aptly named. King among his royal bells!
I loved seeing the bluebells out in the woods near to where we worked for 3 months in a hotel in the UK (Herts.) in the 70's. So English and very beautiful. Makes me feel nostalgic. No-one does Spring like the UK country-side.
Crow:
May they continue to expand!
Kay:
Yes the UK spring is a wonderful time, but we also equally enjoyed your South Island in November.
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