Sunday, April 06, 2008
I'd just got my head round bits of green appearing on dead looking sticks when, literally, out of the blue comes snow; more than we have had all winter. Not unheard of I know but worth a mention.
I took the opportunity to make a few graphic marks for the files - who knows when an ice cold heart will come in handy?
I snapped a chilled and serene landscape before the warmth of the April sun melted the whiteness away.Beneath this cloak of diamante snow there lies a brilliant and a burgeoning force - I notice the larches that fringe Badnage Wood are already a haze of green and that little phallic snouts of asparagus poke above the soil too. These things and more - there will be no stopping them now. Up on the hill, beyond the little triangular field across the lane, a curlew cries into the blue forever sky. A lonely sound, the sound of wide open spaces and a sound which sends a shiver - which is nothing to do with the weather - rolling down my spine.