Thursday, 29 April 2010

Hill above Hénon, afternoon.

The spring wheat, whose tramlines we walk down, is one green, the horizontal haze of new beech another, the leaflets emerging from the dark strokes of the chestnuts another still.

Wednesday, 28 April 2010

Quessoy arboretum, afternoon.

A largish adder suns itself on the path, until becoming aware I'm watching it and making off  into the marshy grass.

Despite this, we lie happily under the flowering crabtree.

Tuesday, 27 April 2010

Up the road, afternoon.

Here and there in the verges there is a bright yellow buttercup standing out among the crowds of stitchwort, like a glossy fried egg yoke standing out from the white.    

Monday, 26 April 2010

No. 501 - Up the road early evening.

[ I just noticed that before this recent pause in activity here, I had reached 500 posts.  I have appreciated the combination of discipline and indulgence which this blog has offered me, and with the change of season and renewed resolve, I'll try to write here more regularly now.]


Ash and oak, splash or soak, seem to be about neck and neck here, so who knows what we'll get?  The leaves everywhere are catching rapid fire, a greening blaze.

Sunday, 11 April 2010

Up the road, afternoon.

Spring is put on hold.  Everywhere is covered in a cold white layer of cloud, and the wind is chill.  Yet the dandelions are bursting yellow suns in the fields.

Friday, 9 April 2010

Down the road, late afternoon.

For the first time this year, sandals, rather over-optimistic.  As the muckspreading tractor passes, we step onto the verge, and I receive my first nettle sting of the year too.

Monday, 5 April 2010

Up the road, afternoon

The swallows have been here for a week or so, but silently, feeding and restoring their strength.  Today they are singing, coming together in flittering displays as they swoop upward.

Thursday, 1 April 2010

Water mill, Guettes-es-Lievres, morning.

The daffodils stretch up and out of sight.  With the light behind them, they glow like yellow stars, I feel as if we are walking through galaxies of them.