It was so ridiculously sunny and warm today. And it was the first day back at the shrink after the Easter break occasioning a couple of miles of walking equipped with the camera. What I notice most about the pictures I took today is the vibrant colours. Sunlight and flowers. A winning combination.
Forget-me-nots were my favourite flower as a child. Small, shy, retiring, a brilliant blue and signifying the sort of love and tenderness I believed might exist somewhere.
I still remain stubbornly convinced (despite the evidence of this picture) that keria blooms are orange. F claims they are yellow.
I don’t know what this stuff is called, but it’s gloriously, fabulously pink and what after all could be more important than that.
I saw men wearing shorts and innumerable individuals of all ages and sexes in diaphanous, truncated tops. The weather forecast is for snow over the weekend.
Oh, gorgeous!
Nothing is so beautiful as spring…
It looks like flowering currant, and I’ve always loved it. Thanks. Ribes something: there are many species.
Thank you all.
Lucy, I do believe you are right, although I wouldn’t necessarily have thought so previously. I do love autumn with its withering too.
Anne, yes! Flowering currant it is. My father always planted it in our gardens. I can never remember names, except kerria (which I now see to my chagrin has a double r), hypericum and, um, that blue stuff which does so well in London… um… ceonothus! And I only remember them because I have one of each in my own utterly abandoned garden, fighting to the death (theirs, I have little doubt) with the brambles.
Well its gone again now. I dont think I have ever wanted Spring so much as this year. Perhaps we’ll have another day of it soon!
Forget-me-nots are still my favorite flowers. Don’t see em much in the states – at least in the ones I’ve lived in – at least not true Forget-me-nots. I wanted them for my wedding ages ago, but none to be found anywhere. I’ve tried to grow them, no luck. sigh. Just lovely photos.
We have some feral forget-me-nots on one of our trails. For the longest time I couldn’t remember what it was called.