Stepping into Spring…

As yesterday was the spring equinox, I decided to take a walk in our garden.  My dizzy problem had returned, and I hoped the fresh air would help. This problem is a regular visitor who usually gives up after a day or two.  I had given up trying to write as wearing my glasses made it worse, so I took them off and was stumbling around the garden like an idiot. But every time I saw a flash of colour I took a picture.

I am dictating this as the keyboard is a blur, so I apologise for any discrepances.

The first flash of colour I spotted was the yellow forsythia, which for some reason, is growing in the hedge that runs down our garden, separating us from the neighbours. I rather like it there.

This Japanese quince is a bonsai, currently awaiting repotting.

Not sure what these are called, but they appear all over the place.

Such a lovely colour…

And finally, I must add my little orphan, this white azalea. I have had him for a long time; he never seems to grow but always blooms around Christmas. These flowers are the fourth to arrive; all the others were knobbled by the weather!

Snow… at last…

We were promised a little snow yesterday, but when the magical flakes began to fall, they were few and far between, and after ten minutes, they stopped falling altogether.

We are used to being disappointed here in Hampshire. It’s the same with thunder storms too. All around us can have it all going on, but all we get are distant flashes of lightening, and a few feeble rumbles.

Today, they assured us, would be better, or worse, considering how you feel about the white stuff. We love it, even when our town was cut off from civilisation a few years back. Several feet of snow fell, causing chaos and a lot of abandoned cars, and I can still remember the eerie silence and the lack of darkness at night. It felt like we were in another world.

It has snowed all morning, but the ground is wet from last night’s rain, so most of the snow is melting. But we have finally seen snow…

Better than nothing!

We love to remember our childhood when we lived in the country. When it snowed, and it seemed to snow a lot every winter, you couldn’t open your front door, and ten foot icicles as thick as our arms hung from the gutters. It seemed to last for weeks, but I suspect our enjoyment made it seem longer.

Temperatures are set to rise by the end of the week, so Spring will finally be here.

We hope that fellow snow lovers everywhere have enjoyed even a little of Nature’s best gifts…

#Macro Monday…

Image by Andreas from Pixabay 

We are supposed to have a few nasty blizzards this week, not to mention a lot of biting cold. So, I chose this image because I love moss, and to remind me that Spring is out there, somewhere…

Macro Monday…

Image by Markus Distelrath from Pixabay 

This will be a busy week, but I’m not complaining!

Long-awaited hospital appointments have all turned up this week for both of us, and fingers crossed it will be good news round…

Today is my turn, at the dentist… enough said…