Joys of Spring

Been lovely blue sky and sunshine here today. Was probably cold early on though. (I don't know anything about early morning weather )

N Somerset.

jeni I just looked at your profile to see how close to the North Pole you live (you don't say ) and saw your 'favourite threads' bit. That is so sweet.

The first celandines are out in my garden. (No, I know they shouldn't be there. But I like 'em. And you try getting rid of the so and so's! )

I remember Chichester Harbour! Lovely area.

Thanks, bagitha I hope so too. A friend is coming up with me for a first visit to the area and she wants to visit the Geopark north of Ullapool so maybe she'll break the jinx and see it all at its beautiful best!
But this afternoon I'm going to take take advantage of a sunny day in the south and going for a walk down by the sea at Chichester Harbour.

My pond has frozen over!hope the frogspawn is ok.

Oh Annobel - and "Gather ye rosebuds while ye may..."

i hope you get some spring weather in Wester Ross, quiltie! It's one of my most favourite parts of the world. For pure beauty, I don't think it can be beaten.

PS supernana I forgot to say I loved the poem.

Make the most of any lovely calm days, supernana, I shall be up at my cottage in Wester Ross again next week and that's always seems to be a sure guarantee that the good weather will disappear, only to reappear when I leave again!!

This sounds like a very calm day, super. I see you just resting and looking at this beautiful scene.

bagitha butter

A special day
feathered-cloud streaked across
baby-blue sky.
Misty mountains
rising ghost-like
from a still deep sea.
Oystercatchers content
voiceless
waiting upon the
pebbled shore -
ripples washing at their feet.
White gulls
floating on the crystal air...
the ferry
cutting a swathe of white
as it glides towards
the islands
of the inner Hebrides.

Annobel and Ariadne - Daffodils are inspiring, aren't they, after the greys of winter days.

bagitha That feels like the sort of morning that makes me want to throw my arms open wide and take a deep breath .

Daffodils have always inspired poets. Herrick on the transience of life:

FAIR Daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon....

My favourite kind of morning:
Forsted ground, bright sunshine,
Clear air and a still loch,
Chickens enjoying life in all its freshness
When, double-jumpered in wool,
I let them out to a beautiful world.

And, as I quote all the time:

"Daffodils the come before the swallow dares,
And take the winds of March with beauty."

Sorry for the repetition!

On Saturday, I bought 3 bunches of the palest lemon, frilly tulips, which are on the chest in the hall and, miraculously, have opened up to be exactly the colour of the dado rail. A tiny thing but it really pleases me each time I see them.

Butternut you have described my morning garden so beautifully - as I went out this morning, lots of narcissi and nerines have started to open up their lovely yellow flowers and it really does feel like spring

'they fash upon the inward eye,that is the bliss of solitude'

Daffs are natures mini sunshine

Nice to 'see' your daffs in my mind's eye, butty. Ours are not flowering yet – late varieties perhaps, plus we haven't had a lot of sunshine to encourage them. It was lovely today though, if cold.

The sun failed miserably
To penetrate the groggy mist
Which lay moodily,
Just about the ground
But left space enough
For mini daffs
To showcase their brilliance
Around and below
The trees,
Which disappeared into cloud.
It was a yellow morning,
After all.