I am still somewhat stunned that I have been Freshly Pressed and even more so by the number of comments ~ so many thanks to the WordPress team and everyone who has commented and liked my post(s). I am trying to answer everyone and failing miserably at the minute. However, I will get there eventually and hopefully also get around to visiting a few blogs too!
I offer up just a little more yellow as a thank you to you all in the meantime…
Actually it has been a very wet rainy day here in Shropshire and so to brighten the day, I am choosing some of my most recent “Yellow” photographs. Besides, this one should be bright and cheery, it is my 100th blog post! I always think that colours seem to change throughout the year and often become predominantly one whether this is due to nature or man-made. The daffodils have all but finished now but, these Narcissus have been brightening up my days this week from a neighbour’s garden.
Whilst in our own garden, the birds have been the most active on out feeder that I have seen for ages. They all look very smart in Spring I think. No doubt they will look a little more ruffled at the end of the breeding season.
Meanwhile, a little further afield and the first primroses are blooming in the woods and on the grass verges.
For miles around we can see bright yellow fields of rapeseed for oil.
The first Yellow Wagtails are arriving and looking around the hedgerows and you can spot the Yellow Hammers dive to the ground as you drive past.
Finally, for the house I bought some Yellow Chrysanthemums, it cheers it up whilst it is raining!
Have a great weekend!
I have been spending quite a bit of time in the garden over the last couple of weeks…here are a few from round and about!
Lupin after the Rain
Bee on Heather
Cheeky Blue Tit
Beefly on Aubretia
We went for a vist to Benthall Hall yesterday. This one does not normally open out of season but they have deided to do so now to show the wonderful array of Spring crocus. I honestly thought that after last week, we had reached the end of potential for snowdrop images but I was proved wrong. The floor was a carpet of flowers!
To walk through a bluebell wood is a real herald of Spring. The fragrance is astounding! Sadly, I am unable to share the scent but I can share some of my walk……I hope you get the same sense of peacefulness that I experienced.
By chance, on the day of this walk, I heard my first Cuckoo of the year so thought that this poem was a fitting accompaniment.
To the Cuckoo
Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove!
Thou messenger of Spring!
Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat,
And woods thy welcome ring.
What time the daisy decks the green,
Thy certain voice we hear:
Hast thou a star to guide thy path,
Or mark the rolling year?
Delightful visitant! with thee
I hail the time of flowers,
And hear the sound of music sweet
From birds among the bowers.
What time the pea puts on the bloom,
Thou fli’st thy vocal vale,
An annual guest in other lands,
Another Spring to hail.
Sweet bird! thy bower is ever green,
Thy sky is ever clear;
Thou hast no sorrow in thy song,
No Winter in thy year!
O could I fly, I’d fly with thee!
We’d make, with joyful wing,
Our annual visit o’er the globe,
Companions of the Spring.
I am going to confess something here. These beautiful Spring flowers caught my eye across the road with the sun highlighting them in the evening light. But, it is a bit embarrassing taking photographs of other people’s flowers so I waited until they had gone out. Then I ran across the road with my camera!
The next one’s are from my own garden….safely hidden in the back, which is probably all to the good. The neighbours think I am a little crazy and as you can see the pale Iris were taken in the rain 😉
These little flowers survived an awful road accident last year shortly after I purchased them. They were broken and bent (a little bit like us) and so, their survival and beauty is a poignant reminder of regrowth and rebirth ~ the Spring 🙂
Fall, leaves, fall
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.
Emily Jane Brontë
The Autumn colours in the UK this year are astounding so wortyh of a Skywatch image before they ALL fall. More Skywatch images from around the world can be found here.
I am a little late this week but Happy Skywatch all….. 😀