Behind The Reeds Lies A Whole New World

Behind the reeds, if you look closely, a secret world exists. Veiled by golden stalks, a swan glides serenely towards her mate. She looks at me curiously as if to say, "who are you and how did you find us?". We quietly acknowledge each other and she seems to give me permission to take her picture. The reeds sway, their feathery heads tickling the sky. Gold against blue seems impossible in April but the camera doesn't lie. Despite the sunshine, there's a chilly east wind and I continue on my walk, happy that I've had a glimpse of this secret, quiet world behind the reeds. It was a privilege to see. 

 

Grey to Green

WAKE UP WAKE UP Spring is here! A few days of sunshine woke up a sleepy winter world this week. Grey is slowly changing to green.  Leaves are unfurling, buds are swelling, birds are singing. Verdant splashes dot the landscape. The time for grey is over. It will of course all pass again but for now, these little buds, these unfurling fiddles, the early leaves fill my heart with a certain joie de vivre. Sing with the birds! Spring has sprung and joy abounds. 

Luck of a Raindrop

It's my first blog post of 2015 and after a winter which I've found colder and longer than most, I thought a post on rain might help to wash away those dark days and introduce us slowly to Spring. 

It's late March when I finally venture out with my camera. I've been meaning to start this blog for so long. It's been lurking at the back of my mind slowly forming itself in my subconscious and yet how to start? Where to start? I told myself I'd have time to start when I was on maternity leave. Well, as all new Mums will know, the first few months with a newborn are busier and more exhausting than any other job! Four months later and I am finally finding a little space, with a baby on my knee, tip tapping away on the keys, contemplating the world again. 

Raindrops glisten on the wild cherry blossom on this cold Spring day. They have been steadily falling for about an hour. The sun emerges briefly from behind a cloud and the blossom glows, bejeweled with fat, dripping drops. They wink at me before making their descent to earth, soaking into the ground, finding the roots.

I am filled with hope of all the things yet to come. Spring and it's primroses, followed by the bluebells and then of course the foxgloves, one of my favourite flowers. Everything has it's time and place in nature. This is my journey to find my place, to find inspiration and it has started with these raindrops.