Last night we had rain. Dust dry fields and cracked earth drank in the warm rain brought by a South West wind. Billows and sheets of cloud in shades of grey passed over us all day, shading the green land and sometimes bringing showers. In this slow, late spring, leaves are darkening and flowers break from buds in the soft light. A wet-coated vixen sneaks in through a gap in the field fence and roots for grain beneath the bird table. The air is a riot of birdsong, Forest ponies crop the new grass and swallows swoop for flies across a grey, damp May Day sky.
Bright leaves of hawthorn up in the high hedge, but the May blossom buds are tight as spring has been so late this year.
First buds of elder.....
.........while blackthorn blossom now is almost over.
Bright rhodedendron, President Roosevelt, shines its first flowers.
While the small blue flowers of creeping ivy hide among cleaver and ground elder in the rain.
Feathery flowers of ash against grey sky.
Willow catkin on magnolia flower.
White Magnolia stellata flowers against emerging buds of purple lilac.
Last year, this old azalea nearly died. Pruned hard back, it surprised us this spring with vivid new flowers. A survivor.
Somewhere among these redcurrant flowers, a bumble bee buzzed and droned, maybe drinking rain from the leaves.
Bluebells and fresh striped leaves of gardeners` garters.
I have posted these for Mornings Minion . This is a three year old shrub, Vibernum Carlesii, which looks so much like one now flowering in her new Kentucky garden. The buds are a much darker shade of pink before they open.
Among the late narcissi, the Mole is back!
Song on May Morning
Now the bright morning star, dayes harbinger,
Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her
The Flowry May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow Cowslip and the pale Primrose.
Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire
Mirth, and youth and young desire,
Woods and Groves are of thy dressing,
Hill and Dale doth boast thy blessing.
Thus we salute thee with our early Song,
And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
by John Milton (1608-1674)