So today I went to Westonbirt with Mark and his parents. A wonderfully sunny day, there were too many people for me to get away with singing or tree-hugging, but it was lovely feeling the dappled sun on our faces, spotting the buds so full of promise, listening to the birds and...
...enjoying a grand Sunday lunch of sausage and chips!
|sausage and chips for lunch|
I love seeing the early Spring bulbs fighting their way through the drifts of leaves that fell in the Autumn; it feels like a triumph over adversity.
|snowdrops and Autumn leaves|
|fair maids of February|
I love the way the low Winter sun catches the bark of the trees.
|cedar tree bark|
I love the way the sun catches the vivid yellow petals of the witch hazel - like a Winter fiesta!
|witch hazel pom-poms|
I love the way carrying (and using) a camera allows me to distance myself from the rest of the world; watching from a distance is so calming.
|walking a few paces behind|
I love catching sight of little splashes of colour as the natural world starts to wake up from Winter.
|signs of life|
I think this will be Mark and me one day. An elderly couple sitting companionably on a park bench, watching the world go by.
|sat on their park bench like bookends|