There are often squirrels in the big tree by my balcony, especially at autumn nut season, but this little fellow was an Easter visitor. He must have become enboldenned to check out my plants while I was away house/dog sitting for my daughter. He was as surprised to see me as I was him lol!
Spring has suddenly sprung upon us! Just a few days back I was clad in thermal leggings, jeans, wool sweater, and a down coat taking photos of frozen lakes. Now here I am today in a long sleeved T shirt digging up the nettle roots and bricks holding my wrecked polytunnel cover in the ground and thinking about seed planting! It went from – 4 to 9 deg. in one day and seems to be sustaining it’s temperatures. The mind is dizzied! Hope I can keep up!
Exausted but happy after a two hour snow walk capturing a bunch of gorgeous artwork care of the Siberian winds invading London.
Frozen lake with frosted snow.
Trees from the old flooded gravel pits emurgingthrough the ice – surreal!
Path between one of the lakes and the river (the only thing not frozen).
That’s not land but frozen water!
The wind tried its hand at sculpture here (notice the icycle sculpture formed on the branch hanging from the weir.)
The river resisting all attempts at transformation.
Farm at the canals side busily wheeling supplies – no animals out today!
Boats on the Grand Union Canal. The ice was melted in little circles around them – at – 4 deg. doubtless they had the heating full on!
No heating on this boat!
My new favourite walk, that has enticed me to treck three miles around the furthest lake three days in a row to get these shots. (first day I discovered it, second I brought my camera only to discover it was out of battery lol! Today perfect!) The river runs alongside on one side of the lake. I took 98 photos in all (so many gorgeous views!) these are some of my favourites.
Still and quiet, the whispers drift towards me, borne on placid lake waters.
Sunlit glimmers, pearlized soft blue and pink waters are picture framed in the squared wood lookout of the old bird watcher’s hide. Breathless, I gaze enthralled, the intense beauty unreal.
Startled I turn. I’m not alone. Joined by an old man, his face weathered as the wood beams. We speak in quiet tones of heron and egret, of terns and the ever-present grebe. We don’t look at each other as we speak, our gazes entrapped by still water, the play of light, and the gliding, skimming shapes of birds.
We speak of grandchildren, of I pads and smart phones, of the few still able to partake of the immense beauty of such golden moments.
How cleansing is the snow that falls, a taste of the divine,
That covers over all the filth, like sins of yours and mine.
That beautifies an ugly scene, that softens all the edges.
Even so the love divine that to mankind He pledges.
You’re wrong! The greatest lover of all will, at sunset, paint His love for you in the heavens for all the world to see!