April's Loveliness...

 

"April's rare capricious loveliness." ~  Julia Dorr

Hello again, sorry for the lack of blog updates recently - this has been due to a combination of computer and internet problems, a busy spell at work, and probably mainly because of being outdoors enjoying the sunshine a lot!

I was at the allotment by 8.30 this morning, and pottered around digging, weeding, planting out my runner and borlotti beans, and generally enjoying the birds singing, bees buzzing and tadpoles darting around the pond... and I also wrote some haikus (below)...

spot the tadpoles...

Sitting in sunshine

Drinking coffee by the pond

While the tadpoles play...

 Blossom on the tree

Floating down like confetti.

A bluetit's the bride...

spring in my step...

More signs of spring in my backyard...

'In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.'  ~ Margaret
Atwood

Bee in spring...

Despite being terrified of them when I was younger, I really love bees.

I was delighted to spot this little fellow in my back yard just now.

Spring is in the air - although it is a lot cooler today... 

♥



spring...

 

The bluetit by the nesting box

Sings a joyful song...

 While a blackbird takes a bath...

 Then the gentle breeze whispers

'Spring'.

more march moments...

Forsythia is pure joy. There is not an ounce, not a glimmer of sadness or even knowledge in forsythia. Pure, undiluted, untouched joy ~ Anne Morrow Lindbergh

A slender young Blackbird built in a thorn-tree: A spruce little fellow as ever could be; His bill was so yellow, his feathers so black, So long was his tail, and so glossy his back...

Dinah Maria Mulock 

springing back to life...

After a long hard year, there have been a couple of days this week when I have finally felt good. The weight has been lifted a little, and there is a spring in my step. Spring is everywhere, in fact.
I've been at the allotment every morning this week, and it's been gorgeous. Here are a few haikus I wrote there this morning, along with some photos...

As sun gently shines

The wood pigeon nods his head.

We share a moment.

In the morning sun

Birdsong rings out everywhere

It's the sound of spring

In a playful mood

Sunshine kisses my shoulder

With whispering wind

Like easter bonnets

Daffodils brighten the day

With a yellow splash

Ladybirds brighten

Deadwood on the compost heap

With polka dot macs

Just for a moment

Silence sweeps through the garden.

Time seems to stand still.

~~~