‘As some have divining instincts
For water, gold or diamond,
Can tell by a twitch or a scent,
So others, I among them,
Have a similar gift to tell
Of a season changing. It’s not
In the power of one sense only
Or the habit of memory.
If I could tell the causes
I’d lose the knack or gift...’
Instinct for Seasons
Elizabeth Jennings (1926- )
In Scotland, every day of sunshine is a gift; people flood outdoors, putting on a smile with their warm clothes and walking shoes. Gardeners rush outside in a frenzy of busy-ness, garden chairs swept clear of leaves and turned to face the sun. Overhead the trees are filled with chirping birds, charming their way to avian hearts. Every crevice and axil of the trees winter bark inspected for sheltering insects; the first sleepy bugs luxuriating in the new found sun…
With warmth and light, flowers open, petals unfurl adding brightness to the muted garden, tired of wintered colour, longing for the return of blue skies and insect drone…
New foliage in stunning shades of green and bronze, petals in perfect pattern, intricate stamens and styles awaiting the pollinators return; Blackthorn and Flowering Blackcurrant unfold tightly held buds in vivid tones…
Under the welcome sun the sea itself is calm and still, reflecting the pale sky and white clouds; as twilight falls and the garden once more resounds with birdsong, filling the tranquil air with melody and counter melody. The weather may be fickle but golden days are rare like Scottish gold; days to be treasured and lived. Tomorrow will arrive with rain…
Interesting piece of writing. Your photos are so well captured. Enjoy the season and all its beauty! 🙂
Every day is different from the next! 😊🌱🌱
They sure are to be treasured … I love the way the garden starts to ‘wake up’ after winter slumber