I haven’t been able to get out to snap up fresh flowers… and it looks like I shan’t be able to for quite a few weeks. So I’m drawing upon my stores from previous years.
Celandine… the golden stars of spring: 28 March 2019
I have close up shots of this plant, and in massive flower. But I liked the way last year’s bracken forms a frame for this delicate specimen. And the distance adds a certain quality… I’ll leave you to name it.
Sycamore flowers: 28 March 2019
Nature has a real eye for colour. Who’d ever think of putting puce and lime together (except for my daughter when she was an art student? And aren’t those tightly folded leaves divine.
crispina kemp 
These are very divine! Thank you Crispina for blessing us with these during these difficult times! 🙂 ❤
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This will be the theme for my Sunday posts for the next few months, trying to keep the shoot-dates in sync with present dates. Flowers, leaves, vistas, butterflies… swans… in an attempt to bring a stressfree ah-moment 🙂
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Well I am very grateful! 🙂 ❤
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🙂
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I love the second one, especially. I’m fond of color contrasts.
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I have to agree. Those colours remind me of my daughter when she was an art student!
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Yes! My first thought on your first image was that nature provided a frame for these lovelies.
And the second one is gorgeous. Those leaves are spectacular.
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Oddly… or perversely, those leaves of the sycamore, an alien tree in the UK which in full leaf casts a dark pall, and thus I don’t like. But at this time of the year… it draws the eye, quite delightful.
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Oh, does it? I wouldn’t know. I am so ignorant of names of trees and plants.
But I do agree, these ones are delightful.
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It’s not the first time I’ve caught the leaves at this stage… but to catch the flowers too… when they mature and ripen they much resemble ash-keys, with wings that whirl down from the tree tops
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Or as we call them, helicopters… I used to think only maples had them… foolish me,
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Sycamore is part of the general family… possibly one of the largest in stature
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It’s funny… I know the name but would not recognise the tree. One day I will walk around, take photos and learn what is in my backyard, so to speak.
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Mostly I learned the names while a child. Boring shit that I was, I wandered around with a field guide in hand, and made sketches and kept a *sighting diary*.
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That is not being a boring shit. That is having an interest in something and expanding your horizons! I love that you did that.
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And mostly I’ve remembered the names. But there are a few I have to look up, to be sure. There’s been lots of water under the bridge since then 🙂
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More water, more bridges, more trees 😉
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Torrential floods… 🙂
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😀
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Your photos reminded me that today I was sitting in my back yard with a good friend, one point five metres apart, and remarking how in the past month our landscape has changed from the deadness of drought to the overwhelming greenery we now see. Nature is truly amazing how it can regenerate from near-death to an abundance.
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it’s encouraging to see, which is why I thought it apt to abandon the fungi for now and bring out the greenery!
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Your younger self would have a lot in common with EJ’s brother. He’s big on trees and plants. Taking him to Boston’s Arnold Arboretum, which has many exotic species, is a real treat for him.
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Most memorable for me too was a visit to Kew Gardens… made more memorable by erupting in a rash after walking through the Tropical House! Humidity… 🙂
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Oh, dear!
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Yea… allergies, always allergies.
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The tiny leaves remind me of baby hands just stretching to feel what’s out there.
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How very poetic. Wow. 🙂
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