I must have walked past this old hawthorn tree thousands of times .So why, until this morning, have I never noticed that patch of yellow-green before? Maybe I had just slowed down enough to see..... I have a cold and Old Dog was a bit stiff in his legs today, so we ambled up amongst the bracken and found....
It was so warm in the morning here. The New Forest mares were sunbathing and drying their coats after a wet, misty night.
A bed amongst the bracken.
Under a tree, a solitary crocus. Maybe a garden escape?
Pussy willows in the lane are flowering now. The tree was buzzing with honey bees gathering nectar.
A bright beacon of spring, this hedgerow celandine opened to face the sun.
Living in the beautiful New Forest, I am a married late-fifties woman, a recently retired teacher and the mother of grown up boys who have flown the nest. I share my days with cats, dogs, ponies and the wildlife all around us. Starting this blog is a chance to explore woods, fields, lanes and heath with my camera. A chance to share the simple pleasures of my country life.