Posted by Tania Kindersley.
No words today. Have done some work, taken a walk with the Older Niece and The Man in the Hat, completed an overdue favour for my godson in Santa Monica, wondered whether tonight will be the night the oyster-catchers arrive. I hear rumours of them in Aberdeen. Can't write though; it's the end of a long week and my fingers have no strength left in them. So just some quick photographs for you.
Crocuses and snowdrops:
Viburnum:
The dog of the Older Niece and the MITH, wet from the burn, with her tennis ball:
The Pigeon:
The Duchess:
And the hill:
The pictures are magical. Do these flowers grow from bulbs?
ReplyDeletePerfect as ever. The verges here are *suddenly* awash with purple and yellow crocuses after a long period of claustrophobic, miserable weather and the hills permanently wreathed in mist, the fug is clearing.
ReplyDeleteAnne.x
Beautiful pictures as we=ever - hope springs eternal!
ReplyDeleteThe crocuses here are confused, to say the least. Only the really purple ones have pushed through.
ReplyDeleteThe (normally later) daffodils, on the other hand, are going bananas!
We live at the top of a (tiny) hill and, usually, the bulbs bloom sooner down the block.
Everything seems topsy turvy!
Spring through the looking glass???
Pat...
Thank you for these fabulous images - somehow this feels to me like the longest winter....just beautiful xx
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad we get to talk to you on Sundays as well as during the week! And I hope the oyster catchers arrive soon, you're giving me hope for my own re-entry into the UK next weekend.
ReplyDeletePost card from Maine: Just spent 4 hours raking snow off the roof so ice dams don't form and cause ceiling leaks, chipping ice canals in the driveway so melting runoff doesn't flood the basement, and shoveling many feet of heavy, wet snow so the delivery guy can reach the intake tomorrow to fill the oil tank. And the first thing I see when I sit down to rest my tired, throbbing limbs is your photo of viburnum budding. I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Only 2 or 3 months before it happens here. Oh well, I'll stop complaining, look at that photo one more time, and dream of spring. Thank you.
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