Beltane ushered in a season of most blessed rain. All the growing things lifted their arms to the sky to welcome it. Whilst the resultant green may not rival that of the Emerald Isle, it is lush and vivid and so welcome; an exultant affirmation that life lying dormant in the winter will return.
As I look out my front window the garden begins to take on contours.
the spiky vertical leaves of the tulips with their soft yellow blossoms preserved to enjoy yet a while by cooler temperatures... with the exception of one complete sunshine bloom lying whole at the base of a naked stem...hmmm.
The pear tree displays the tips of the green leaves that will soon replace the blossoms, and with the soft breeze, there is now a light snowfall of spent petals.
In the grey green of the lavender there is the promise of blooms and fragrance.
Such a bounty of shape, texture and colour
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