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Colour

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-not

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.

keria

I still remain stubbornly convinced (despite the evidence of this picture) that keria blooms are orange. F claims they are yellow.

pink stuff

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.

7 Replies to “Colour”

  3. It looks like flowering currant, and I’ve always loved it. Thanks. Ribes something: there are many species.

  4. 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.

  5. 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!

  6. 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.

  7. We have some feral forget-me-nots on one of our trails. For the longest time I couldn’t remember what it was called.

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