As I write this, my mug of tea quietly steaming next to me, the skies are leaden and sulking - in stark contrast to last week when we were drenched in warm spring sunshine.
I am already missing my days of endless blue sea and skyscapes and wild flower filled rambling lanes.
Tiny violets mirror the colour where the sea and the sky merged into one - only visible when I squinted and now when I shut my eyes and dream.
Sweetly scented, the nodding heads of primroses quietly carpeted the sunny banks along wooded lanes.
Eldest found a bumblebee busily foraging and knelt down patiently photographing as the bee buried it's face deep into the violet's pollen drenched stamens
A magical moment, watching the bumblebee, feeling the sun on my shoulders and hearing the sea scrunching on the rocky shore. If I concentrate hard, I can see, feel, hear it all again.
Wild strawberry blossoms were just beginning to show their faces
We were able to just discern the early scent of the first bluebells as they began to open
It's not only the scent and the sight of wild flowers that I am missing, it is the scrunch of shells beneath my feet and the feeling of scratchy sand between my toes
Along the coastline, secretly growing orchids, their regal purple flowers and freckled foliage tucked in the coconut scented spiny gorse. Perfect protection.
Blackthorn blossom and gorse flowers
There is magic in spring time - a palpable feeling of promise and anticipation.
Such a positive pleasure after a dreary winter.
I know the turning of the seasons is natural however,
some parts of that seasonal wheel I love more....