Last time I spoke to you at 8 am, it was dark as a witches’ cauldron. Now this:
Just in from my morning walk and met up with the little band of deer that spend a lot of time in my big horse paddock.
Last time I spoke to you at 8 am, it was dark as a witches’ cauldron. Now this:
Just in from my morning walk and met up with the little band of deer that spend a lot of time in my big horse paddock.
We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.
Plato
Aaaand once more the garden is waking up, bit by bit. Another step up in temperature and I think it’s ok for my one forced rhubarb to come out of hiding.
I hope there’s going to be a very special photo project for me the next few months, but more about that later.
I hope I’m not making anybody miserable showing off our lovely Easter weather, I just had to share my joy that colour is once again abundant outside. We’re having a mixture of warm, quiet days and stormy, grey, rainy ones, but all in all, it’s improving. I feel I lack some inspiration / originality with my photos, I’m going to have to think about that a bit. It’s easy to just click away at all the pretty things, but I’d like to get that little extra something! (well, I just had oatmeal cookies with my tea out there, but that’s not what I meant)