Much to do in the garden these days…
Cherries and plums are in flower
And I walk under the marvelous canopies, listening to the busy bees
Loving every flower and every sound –
– Today the Nightingale arrived
The wonder of every Spring – is something to be so grateful for
The rules :
Today I am offering all interested to join in! A volunteer wrote as well wanting to contribute, Blank paper, you are welcome!
The more one gets to know of men, the more one values dogs.
A Toussenel
Resting
Sleeping
Playing
Loving
Sharing
Today it was cold with heavy showers and only short glimpses of sun. I feel so sorry for my magnolia…last year she froze black after one single day in the sun, this year the lovely white and pink petals are heartlessly smashed to the ground.
I thought I would honor her beauty before she is gone. With raindrops in her hair, she is still a grand Lady in all her splendor. Wish you all a great weekend.
As I found the magpies are energetically building their nest even if it is snowing, I remembered a series I took when the neighbours’ cat ventured up to supervise…
Wishing you all a lovely Sunday!
March two years ago. 
I’m just saying…
I’m just longing…
Wishing you a great weekend!
Today I woke up to a wonderland in white – the most beautiful morning this winter.
International Women’s Day
The whole garden soft and soundless – and today was the funeral for Marie.
Somehow it seemed so right that she was given the most beautiful, this magically soft light, her last day.
She was a strong and remarkable woman. Warm, creative and so full of life – she will always be remembered, never forgotten. Thank you, Marie, for being my friend.
Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Wildlife
Wildlife – we will not survive without it. My contribution for Cee is four bird species.
From the Galápagos Islands – a young Red-footed Booby and a yellow warbler.
And, from my winter garden –
a bullfinch and a great tit. Both sitting in my old apple tree.
Snow is softly falling and I am feeding the birds. They sit waiting among last year’s roses.
My old apple tree is slowly dying
He has always been there, as a Warden Spirit, long before we bought this house
He is greatly loved by moss and lichen – and the birdhouse is always inhabited
The old tree is hosting many species, many worlds
But, last year, only one single apple managed to grow on these moldering branches
This spring might be his last one – what will happen to all his guests?
Leya 
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