It would be impossible to recreate, even in the highest of high definition, the brilliance and luminosity of the season's sublime green shades. It's so transitory - here today, vibrant and fresh and tomorrow fading slightly with the years inevitable and onward march. Let's catch it while we can.
A fern unfolds:
Blossom - fragile papery petals:
Trelystan's orchid. Perhaps all verges, and fields too, were once scattered with orchids and cowslips. We count ourselves lucky to have these few and protect them fiercely - snarling at any stray sheep keen to snarf. There are 6 flowering this year.
Quince blossom - big papery flowers of shell pink unwind from tight whorls. How come this dainty thing turns into that great knobbly fragrant fruit?
See what I mean? It's a wonderful landscape but my photograph does not capture the wonder of being here, in spring, under a blue sky.
Hmm. Just why am I sitting indoors then? Off I go to live in the moment.