alideniese
Spirits of spring
These delicate blossoms are long gone by now. I find it fascinating that nature knows exactly when to do things. Timing is everything. Certain flowers and trees bloom and grow (the Sound of Music jumped into my head just as I wrote that!) and then suddenly they change, almost overnight...leaves paint themselves a different colour or fall away; flowers die, drop, become mulch in the undergrowth.
Hopefully with all the havoc we're wreaking on nature, these beautiful, fragile systems won't find themselves so stressed that they change irrevocably.
Enough babbling. It's very late on Friday night here and it's probably time for bed, but not before giving you some flowers for Friday.
Spirits of spring
These delicate blossoms are long gone by now. I find it fascinating that nature knows exactly when to do things. Timing is everything. Certain flowers and trees bloom and grow (the Sound of Music jumped into my head just as I wrote that!) and then suddenly they change, almost overnight...leaves paint themselves a different colour or fall away; flowers die, drop, become mulch in the undergrowth.
Hopefully with all the havoc we're wreaking on nature, these beautiful, fragile systems won't find themselves so stressed that they change irrevocably.
Enough babbling. It's very late on Friday night here and it's probably time for bed, but not before giving you some flowers for Friday.