Spring Arrives in Normandy ….. Following Days In and Around ‘The Pres’.
Spring Arrives in Normandy
Following Days In and Around ‘The Pres’.
Huh! Guess what had been feasting on our apples during the night!
These will be washed and popped into a cupboard in future, until we have eaten them!
Outside, in the cold light of day, tiny violets continue to blossom in the grass.
I look closer at the daffodils in daylight … there are double ones as well as different- coloured varieties of other narcissus.
Over in the corner, underneath the window where the kestrels nest, an old damson tree is blossoming.
The blooms are very dainty and white. Each year the tree is molested by greedy wasps…I’d love to get some of the fruit myself, but guess I’ll just have to enjoy the blossom.
Over near the church, forsythia is beginning to top the little trees by the garden gate.
Today, Saturday, we are halfway up a hill, in a mizzly cloud. After a short trip out in the car I had to be very careful where I parked in the garden as there is a patch of pale blue violets in the middle of the path!
Elsewhere, there are patches of darker blue ones … some are almost white.
The short trip was for photos of lambs but I found something much more exciting.
Down at the end of this muddy track is a woodland area, which after closer inspection, I realised was filled with tiny, wild daffodils …..simply lovely!
From roadside banks and numerous decorated, ditches ….. wild gardens all around …..
…the countryside is waking up. In the Summer I remember foxgloves, but for now, early Spring has brought forth the yellow brigade of primroses, daffodils, dandelions and cowslips, and the fresh green of new grass intermingled with white daisies, and the blues of violets and cyclamen.
There are pussy willows as well … fluffy, yellow male blooms …..
… snuggling up to green, female ones.
The countryside around here is worth revelling in ….. a good combination of wilderness taking over from, but tempered, by land workers who know when to do and when to leave alone.
Back at the Pres, in a briefly sunlit garden, big bees were flying about. I missed an enormous fluffy bumble bee, but managed to snap a big, black one feasting on primroses under the rosemary by the front door.
Anne ….. 28.03.2015