The substrate may not be of the most yielding
but procreation has to happen
and the sun is higher, sooner, giving us all notice of spring’s path.
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.