Some early childhood memories from "the old fields":
Hedges of Hawthorn and Blackthorn, grasses taller than me, the family digging for Pignuts, my brother chasing and studying butterflies while I collected flowers to press or make into photograms in Dad's wardrobe-darkroom.
I was so happy then. I had far less to worry about than I do now - but all those things still make me feel happy.
Today I spotted the first few Blackthorn flowers of the year. Tonight I drink my last little bit of Sloe Gin :)
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Beautiful photographs.
ReplyDeleteI love this grey and static part of the year.
Thank you!
ReplyDeleteI do like all seasons and all weathers, but I can't help getting excited about the arrival of spring.