The Bluebell by Anne Bronte. A fine and subtle spirit dwellsIn every little flower,Each one its own sweet feeling breathesWith more or less of power. There is a silent eloquenceIn every wild bluebellThat fills my softened heart with blissThat words could never tell. Yet I recall not long agoA bright and sunny day,'Twas when I led… Continue reading “When bluebells seemed like fairy gifts.”
I've been on blossom watch for weeks now, heading out with my camera and phone every so often and snapping various flora as they come into bloom. The first time I went by St Peter Mancroft Church in the heart of Norwich, which I have taken photos of many times before, I thought I had… Continue reading Norwich in Bloom and Blossom.
There is comfort in repetition and I found taking simple photos of the blossom again this year very calming - at least until I, once again, looked at the news. How very different things were around this time last year! I hope you're all safe and well.
It seems a bit odd to call it a butterfly house, given that it is actually a giant caterpillar you can walk through. It was one of the hottest days of the year during our visit (and London Zoo's Butterfly Paradise is already heated to 27C) so the butterflies were very busy flying about. As… Continue reading My Weekend Photo – Featuring The Butterfly House At London Zoo.
After The Rain 