Spring Paints the Land with Footsteps of Colour

             

Spring Paints the Land with Footsteps of Colour © Jeanie Kirkby 2010-03-30

The air smells different in spring. It has an aroma of new life emerging from the forest floor.

Wild garlic pervades my nostrils so much that I could dine out on the air.
So redolent of passing by on narrow streets full of tantalising Bistros on balmy summer holiday evenings.

Such memories rush back instantly, as I stroll along the lane, reminding me of warmer times.

Not this bleak iciness that we have all lived through this winter just gone. Not those long drawn out remarkable snowfalls which harassed us, and still do in some areas, these past winter months.

Now spring is releasing all her prolific artists of colour.

Daffodils, crocus, heathers and grape hyacinths lighten my steps and reward my sepia steeped winter eyes.

Celandines carpet the forest floor amongst the crunchy empty nutshells of the squirrels repasts, when they woke from their snug drays with rumbling stomachs, on the warmer sunnier days of their winter sleeps.

The roses are oozing their leaf buds from their stems with red and green tipped eagerness. The clematis too is joining the race.

The hazel trees unfurl their long catkins like golden furry caterpillars hanging out to dry on their branches.

SPRING PAINTS THE LAND WITH HER FOOTSTEPS OF COLOUR AND I AM HAPPY AGAIN.

Happy Easter Everyone!

I have the 'Munchkins' staying for a week so I may not be around very much.

Take care and have a lovely holiday.

Jeanie xx