Shimmering Spring - -

- - it made it, the island is frothy with blossom - today it's shimmering pink & white and misty green - only days ago it seems it was golden, trumpeting daffodils and delicate primroses - and on the headland it still is - as the natural world bedecks herself in beauty after a long winter. Long shadows and hazy sunlight, soft white blossom on the blackthorn hedges, newly unfurling leaves on the hawthorne, lambs gambol in the fields - and freshly ploughed furrows are a rich brown as the morning sun stretches long silvery fingers to stroke them with warmth.
Every garden I pass  - abundant, lacy, pink petals on the flowering cherries, cushions of purple aubretia and waving scarlet heads of tulips whilst beneath the trees in the Glen - a haze of blue - wild hyacinths - - bluebells - - whose perfume later will make me heady with the joys of spring. It's days like this which remind me why I wanted to live here, and why I am so grateful that I do.

The Bluebell - Anne Bronte

A fine and subtle spirit dwells
In every little flower,
Each one its own sweet feeling breathes
With more or less of power.
There is a silent eloquence
In every wild bluebell
That fills my softened heart with bliss
That words could never tell.

This is the only the first few lines lines from Anne's poem - and since really trying to focus on what the theme of my blog is I am very concious that I write awfully long posts! As I am not sure, dear reader , if you get bored half way through and move onto somewhere snappier I have only included the opening stanzas - if you would like to read the reast of the poem you can find it here

Hope your day is a beautiful as my flowery, bowery island.

Thanks for stopping by.
'til later

Bannaghtyn Jx