Today was programmed for cleaning and tidying the family cave, but I couldn’t resist sneaking into the garden to take a few pictures after the rain. I was literally gobsmacked by the amount of colour and life clamouring to be seen out there.
I’ve had fun reducing some of these photos and creating only glimpses of them. I have realised just how much beauty we miss in the simplest things, and how beautiful they can be.
Here are a few of them, with a special thought for snow-bound fellow blogger Perpetua 🙂 Have a lovely Easter!
Oak drying in the woodpile.
A pansy caterpillar.
I never realised how delicate a petal really is.
Gargamel’s politically correct gnome.
fiery red and screaming yellow.
I saw the hearts on this rusty pulley today – 2 years after moving here…
These gentle folds of salmon and cream reminded me of the raspberry ripple ice cream I loved when I was small….
Delicate pink flower seeks bee in order to become succulent nectarine in next life.
If the tadpoles survive, I’ll have a good stock of potential Prince Charmings.
A crying violet.
A lemon and a rose petal? Nope. A pansy.
The neighbour had put her face cloth out to dry.
Murphy trying to work out why I’m on my face in the dirt.
Sometimes even rubbish lying around has its charm!
“I’m muddy but I survived”. Daffy, 1 week-old.