Early morning. Grey. Misty. On my way to work. Remembered this from a few weeks ago and it made me smile.
… and I decided to make the most of it by taking not one, but two walks.
It’s usually a problem, when Easter is so early, to find that elusive window of warm weather. I knew I couldn’t waste it when it arrived. So, off I set to a local park, where Spring is revealing itself in flowers and frogspawn. Fortified with optimism, I ventured further afield, to the uplands, where curlews bubbled, and lapwings (too few these days, alas) posed elegantly in the glowing fields.
Here are some pictures. More to follow possibly, as an antidote to the blustery grey that’s masquerading as Spring this week!
I’m now a fan!
I didn’t know anything about growing freesias. They always seemed so exotic and delicate: blooms to be nurtured in a hothouse or glimpsed in a prize-winning display. Probably beyond my rudimentary gardening skills, and yet … something attracted me to the prospect.
Vaguely, somewhere in my early memories, I can visualise a perfume bottle with (I think) a pale yellow top, calling to me from my mum’s dressing table; I suspect I must have liked that particular fragrance because I can remember putting on far too much of it. I’m sure it was Freesia by Yardley of London. Who knows whether I had permission? I certainly caused some amusement. Freesias. Freesia. When I heard the name as a small child, I imagined it to have something to do with freezing.
So I planted some freesia bulbs, a chance find in a discount supermarket, not sure what to expect. I was rewarded with beautiful flowers in four different colours but, as far as I could detect, no smell. Bees loved them. They’ve finished flowering now, so I need to find out what to do next; this link looks like a reasonable place to start:
The Ceanothus in our garden has been a pleasure to look at this year. All the other ones in the area seemed to flower a few weeks earlier (perhaps different varieties, or just in sunnier spots). So I wasn’t expecting such a wonderful show. Bees adore it, as do a host of other insects. I found it quite difficult to photograph the bees because they were just so, well, active! But here’s my attempt…
There’s another one on my Instagram (katkarradz).
The snowdrops in the garden are probably at their best now. At least for the bees. I’m surprised to see bees so early in the year; I’d certainly never seen them on snowdrops before, although I’d probably never looked…
So there I was, lying in some mud, trying to get an adequate photo of the snowdrops when I heard a whining, solitary buzz. A bee – with very orange kneecaps! *
*OK – pollen baskets!