So many wonderful colours and blossoms meet me every day now. In the early morning the yellow stands out in the fields…
…and in the middle of the day, when visiting a dear old friend of mine, she proudly showed me her little tree covered in a shower of pink.
Arriving home I went out in my garden to love the last rays of sun nesting in the cherry blossom. What would life be without Spring?
For more of Blossom, click here.
Nothing beats Nature when it comes to Art.
Early in the day this little coot was doing her morning toilet standing in a pool of water. She was silently watching me while going about it.
Moss and lichen are small but beautiful works of art. Together, earthen brown and light green are naturally soothing and mind lifting.
My last picture for work of art belongs to a series of morning views in my blog Warden Spirits. Early morning mist over the fields.
Well, some animals found in nature are wild and some are domesticised – I love them all (except spiders and cockroaches…). These I met today on my way home. Some liked being photographed while others didn’t think much of it – just flew away…
I know, I know…I’m late, but…this is one of my favourite oak trees in Blekinge – or was. This spring we passed the mansion by car and found that the magnificent oak was broken and gone. It has been there since I was very young and last year it still had some fresh leaves. The many storms last autumn must have been too much for this old friend.
To catch a river of beauty I don’t have to travel far away…
…this is Almaån in Sweden, close to my home.
On the move – driving home in the heavy rain.
I don’t know what to write, I don’t know what to say. Who would think this was one of the last photos of you, my Mille? My Iron Man. My friend and my faithful companion for twelve years. My heart is aching with every beat and my thoughts are only with you. All is tears and sorrow. But you went home in my arms, surrounded by your family.
You came to us May 9, 2002 and left us May 9, 2014. Isn’t that strange. I feel so very empty. Dried out. My boy is gone. Gone but yet never…gone. You will live for ever with us – a true and remarkable friend will never be forgotten. I know you are running free over ever green meadows and into an enchanted forest clad in cones for you to chase, and there will be a sea waiting for you at the end of the trees, where you will catch enchanted bubbles the whole summer.
Thank you, Mille, for being with us for twelve enchanted years. You will live for ever in our hearts and in our thoughts.
Mille – April 2014
Flowering now in Sweden, Skåne, are these beauties:
Magnolia tree
Marsh marigold or kingcup
Hackberry
I think spring to me is a feeling…filling me from head to feet…when walking in my forest late in the evening. In the green flow of the fragrant beeches, listening to the clear melodies of the thrush in the canopy and the little strong voiced wren in the dark shrubbery below. Standing in the clearing the soft fragrance of hackberry fills the air, and I just breathe – Spring.
Everything is near and still far away…and I…am here, in the moment, in my self, in nature. Reborn.
Leya 
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