It was grey and bleak when I went for an early walk this morning. Not wet, not even drizzly, but not dry, either. I’d expected to find mist or fog, but there was nothing worth mentioning. Despite the fact that it was the right time, the sun didn’t seem to rise; the sky just gradually shifted from gunmetal grey to stone to ash.
Unsurprisingly, the photos I took were also mostly grey and unremarkable.
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The sun shone when I walked to the market this morning and again when I walked to the supermarket this afternoon, which gave me the opportunity to take photographs of spring flowers, swelling leaf buds, and even a small tortoiseshell butterfly.
The traditional yellow daffodils with proper trumpets – the ones I think of as King Alfreds – are mostly past their best, but there are all sorts of other varieties in bloom still, including some utterly gorgeous pheasant’s-eye narcissus. The tiny black bugs in the eye of this one make its colours even more like the butterfly in the top photo.
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