I rather think April, with its traditional alternating showers and sunshine, should be the Brits’ favourite month, as it gives us plenty of weather to talk about. This year, it’s done even better than usual, with snow, hail and torrential rain highlighting some mild summery days, beautiful crisp mornings and glorious sunsets.
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glove story
Despite springtime’s associations of life, hope and rebirth, it’s a sad time of year for gloves: with Winter behind us, many are left abandoned in the street, often separated from their loved ones and unable to find their way home.
Some try to creep into doorways for shelter.
Others perch on window sills, wistfully watching their more fortunate relatives. While we know they will never again be allowed to cross into indoor warmth and comfort, it seems unlikely that they realise they will soon be chased away.
A very few are lucky enough to remain with their partners and attempt to set up home together in unnatural habitats.
Yet others gather twigs and debris and attempt to build nests.
Perhaps even mismatched couples can share such endeavours and find brief happiness together.
A few let themselves go completely, adapting so well to their new environment that they blend in almost unnoticed.
Others give up all hope and hang themselves on park railings or drown themselves in puddles.
Spare a thought for these poor creatures and do not reject them when they stretch out their hands to you for help.
holidays and holy days
Nowadays, most people seem to overlook Good Friday, but I thought it was an excuse to leave my desk for a while.
It’s been a glorious sunny day, but I didn’t take my camera when I went out, so rather than my usual habit of seeing things through a lens darkly, I actually looked directly at all the yellow flowers of spring: the daffodils peeking over garden walls, the primroses nestling in the uncut grass, the brighter yellow of celandines and, perhaps brightest of all, the shaggy-maned dandelions.
This lovely camellia stood out as such a different colour that I was tempted to try and capture it on my phone.
spring again – again
It was a dull day in the park yesterday, but amid the grey there were a couple of brighter images: there were a few pools of daffodil yellow and the willows along by the river were gauzy with green, waiting for day or two of sunshine to turn them into a mass of caterpillar catkins.
There was also this magnificent flower which I think must be a Helleborus Orientalis hybrid, perhaps a Red Lady. I presume from the fact today is Palm Sunday it can be classified as a Lenten Rose:
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spring again
It’s a grey day and bitterly cold, but tonight is the spring equinox, which is as good an opportunity as any to post some seasonal photos and re-post a seasonal poem.
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