The primrose, amongst the earliest of Britain’s wild-flowers: 23 March 2019
Woodland Violets, usually seen in the company of the primrose: 23 March 2019
Hazel catkins fall like golden rain: 23 March 2019
Blackthorn, aka Quickthorn, ake Sloe: 23 March 2019
Photos taken in Tyrrel’s Wood. near Long Stratton, Norfolk
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These pictures are soo good. You highlight the beauty of nature. ❤️
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I thank you.
What amazes me is how delicate the primrose and violet when compared with our garden varieties, yet here they must content with what in a garden would be yanked out as weeds, and then there are dogs and walkers and chldren … how do they survive?
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Yes. This is the secret of nature. I have seen exquisite and tender flowers existing and blooming in the harsh weather outside but I feel everything is in a balance so that they do not get harmed.
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I also think it has to do with pampering. We pamper our garden plants. Giants compared to those in the wild, yet made weal by our over-protection. And that might be applied to we humans too.
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Yes. I agree with you. ☺️
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The fruit of the idyllic woods.. very lovely..
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I thank you. Not as striking as some of the fungi. Delicate, for the most part.
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Lovely, delicate spring photos.
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That was my intention. 🙂
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I thank you. (Sorry, clicked too soon)
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Primrose and violet make me think of my Grandma–I miss her.
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They remind me of my Grandma too. 🙂
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🙂 ❤
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Such pretty flowers, how cheerful! That reminds me that I haven’t seen violets in forever. We used to have them everywhere when I was growing up in Michigan, but now most years I only go back there for Christmas. Thanks for the vicarious glimpse!
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More glimpses to come. This spot has taken over from the Sunday Fungi, at least for a while.
My intention at outset was to post just the one photo, same as with the fungi. But I couldn’t decide wheich of these four was the greater epitome of spring.
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