Sunday morning in the woods.

 We've had a good amount of rain, much needed after the dry month of April, and the landscape is transformed by fresh, green growth. 

The Saturday newspaper listed the twenty best bluebell woods to visit throughout the country. Happily the woods at either side of our village had not been included! Lockdown has seen a change in the pattern of people passing through our small community; cyclists bombing down the road as though it were a one-way street, walkers who sit on the village seat to eat their snacks and then leave their rubbish behind and cars randomly parked while dog walkers from who knows where exercise their pets.

                                                                                              

Sunday morning and the sun is shining, time to take a walk in the woods. It is damp by the lakeside and there is no sign of ducklings.

We have the woods to ourselves.

Strong winds have brought down quite a lot of dead wood.

It is wonderful to be in a bluebell wood on a day like this.

Back at home I take a wander round the garden.

The frost hasn't killed my tree peonies but it has certainly put payed to a good display of flowers for this year.

I'm grateful for the buds that have survived.

The allium leaves are dying back as their flower heads fatten.

Everything promises at this time of year!

And the tulips are still flowering.