Saturday, 13 March 2010
The sun is shining and it can't fail to lift my spirits. You don't have to look hard to see that there are signs of new life popping up all over the place. Despite the fact that it is such a cliché, seeing these shoots of life pushing up through the detritus of winter can only fill one with hope.
I spent a quiet half hour wandering round my parent's garden at the weekend with a camera and a sketchbook, finding all these wonderful little details in the bright sunshine. The exquisite combination of dusky purple, maroon and grey-green on these new honeysuckle shoots had me busy for a while...
... although the light was so good for photographs (either side of an inconsiderate grey cloud) that the sketchbook didn't get much of a look in this time.
The twigs that hold these pear buds are encrusted with tiny blobs of the brightest yellow and bleached grey lichens...
The bright weather seemed to bring all sorts of things to life, including loads of ladybirds that had overwintered in various nooks and crannies. We found them hanging about all over the place in little groups, still huddled together but obviously enjoying the sunshine.
I spent an hour in my own garden this afternoon clearing dead stems and leaves onto the compost heap, revealing bare ground but also a whole gamut of different shoots and buds, all fat and practically bursting with promise.
Current Listening: Arvo Part: Seven Magnificat Antiphons for Choir