Windblown…..

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After a weekend of high winds, straight from the Arctic, the last of our Daffodils did take rather a battering.  They are the last for this season.  Gone are the Snowdrops, Crocus and Hyacinth as Spring marches on.

One benefit of having to stay local for our walks to the Park is that it does give me a chance to nosey into neighbours gardens. No need to look over this garden wall as the spring colours are overflowing for all to see….

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This spell of sunny Spring weather we are currently enjoying continues.  Today it has started to warm up, just a little, after the bitter winds  of the past few days.

Change is occurring at a pace….. down by the Lake you can see just how much more leaf cover there is on the trees.  Still away to go for some, but much greener all round…..and just as tranquil as a Spring day should be.

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A tranquillity that is very welcome in these troubled times…

Please Remember ….

Stay Safe …. Be Kind…. Look After Each Other

14th April

(C) David Oakes 2020

9 thoughts on “Windblown…..

    • No change…but may be my change in tempo is the change. As we are all going through tough strange times I am trying to publish one image each morning, from the archive, to I hope remind folk that the outdoors is still there and will be there when this is all over. I also hope it kindles some memories for folk. The second post of the day is to try and keep up with the seasons and events, obviously now strictly local.

        • No you are not alone…a lot of folk just find the current situation very unreal. I also find it difficult, after years of being in charge in control of events, able to mange situations. I never felt anxious. I do now…one of those anxious feelings at the bottom of the stomach. 🙂

  1. We’ve had gale-force gusts for the past 2-3 days here in Auckland, and it is finally calming down a bit today, thank goodness. There still should be some warm weather yet, and we’re really looking forward to having it back for a while. Please say hi to your daffs from me–I miss ours from Nebraska springs past.

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