Freshly Pressed ~ Thank You

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…


….and it was all Yellow

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!

Benthall Hall Spring Flowers

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!

Bluebell Wood

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.

John Logan

Signs of 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 ๐Ÿ˜‰

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 ๐Ÿ™‚

Skywatch Friday – Looking Up

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 Brontรซ

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….. ๐Ÿ˜€

A spring walk along the Hermitage

The hermitage is a sandstone outcrop at the back of Bridgnorth or Low town as it is is called. There is a wood that runs along it and heathland below which provides a habitat for many insects. Over on my blogger blog, there is a post regarding emerging butterflies which were all taken here.

But, there are many other things besides. The habitat creates a haven for wildlife and at this time of year, there is an abundance of wildflowers. Nothing really fancy but it is almost easy to take all the colour for granted. The campions are starting to flower and pink and white flowers not only adorn the hedgerows but can be found growing in carpets between the trees.

The gorse bushes are flowering and little blue flowers form a carpet beneath some of the trees giving a misty blue effect
As I walk along, the buzzards are mewing above although probably not for long because the crows are protecting their offspring right now and will shortly dive bomb them calling out frantically. The hawthorne blossom is out in profusion and providing cover for all the newly fledged. Clumps of clover are emerging in the meadow.

The Gladness of Nature by William Cullen Bryant
Is this a time to be cloudy and sad,
When our mother Nature laughs around;
When even the deep blue heavens look glad,
And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground?

There are notes of joy from the hang-bird and wren,
And the gossip of swallows through all the sky;
The ground-squirrel gaily chirps by his den,
And the wilding bee hums merrily by.

The clouds are at play in the azure space,
And their shadows at play on the bright green vale,
And here they stretch to the frolic chase,
And there they roll on the easy gale.

There’s a dance of leaves in that aspen bower,
There’s a titter of winds in that beechen tree,
There’s a smile on the fruit, and a smile on the flower,
And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea.

And look at the broad-faced sun, how he smiles
On the dewy earth that smiles in his ray,
On the leaping waters and gay young isles;
Ay, look, and he’ll smile thy gloom away.

As I walk along a path, I spot a youngster, this is a juvenile blackbird.

Much to my amusement, the sun pops out from behind a cloud and immediately he flops onto the path and spread his wings to sunbathe.

I see many walkers on my travels, not just up there but all over. There are some that profess to love nature but I am quite sure that they never actually get to see it! For the really good things you almost have to stop a while. Beautiful moths flutter around but they are so quick, you almost have to become stationary to spot them. At the minute, the two spotted burnet moth takes the prize for the most vivid colour.

But, the subtler ones are also very beautiful, here are just a couple that have been seen this week.

And those blue flowers I mentioned…….

The damselflies and the dragonflies also emerge this month. I have spotted the first of the dragonflies but as yet they have been too quick for me, perhaps they will get slower as the year moves on. But, it is so easy to miss the damselflies too. They are so well camoflaged in their surroundings and it is almost impossible to see them once they have settled.

One of the things that I try to practice is moving a silently as I can, that way I don’t disturb everything in my path. It is quite difficult to do especially if you are used to a fast paced life but is the best way to actually see. I use these as my yardstick for adeptness.

I hope you have enjoyed the walk…………..