Macro Monday

22 april, 201921 april, 2019 / Leya / 13 kommentarer

Macro Monday – Wood Anemones

8 april, 20197 april, 2019 / Leya / 19 kommentarer

Already in March, they are here – far too soon this year…

but so longed for

As I walk through the forest, they fill my heart with joy

Macro Monday

1 april, 2019 / Leya / 16 kommentarer

The colours are returning, slowly…

Macro Monday – Larch

25 mars, 201924 mars, 2019 / Leya / 14 kommentarer

The Larch trees are coming along nicely, and I love their fresh, tiny green sprouts.

European larch morphology features from book: Prof. Dr. Otto Wilhelm Thomé Flora von Deutschland, Österreich und der Schweiz, 1885, Gera, Germany. Wikipedia.

Macro Monday – Twig of European Aspen

18 mars, 2019 / Leya / 12 kommentarer

Quite a beauty…

…in the highlighting sun

Macro Monday -Two Colours Only

11 mars, 201910 mars, 2019 / Leya / 14 kommentarer

Macro Monday

4 mars, 2019 / Leya / 15 kommentarer

In my room – facing the window

Macro Monday – Waiting for Spring!

25 februari, 201921 februari, 2020 / Leya / 19 kommentarer

Spring is on its way – my morning walk in the garden reveals how far we have come…

…and, there are still some weeks of waiting!

Forsythia

Magnolia

Macro Monday – Spring Colours

18 februari, 2019 / Leya / 22 kommentarer

The sun is shining in, and the colours are returning to my home. In the header a Tradescantia, or Wandering Jew, and here a Hatiora Salicornioides (Both from Brazil). The English name is said to be bottle plant, drunkard’s dream!

Macro Monday – From Soil to Ice

11 februari, 2019 / Leya / 25 kommentarer

My son found this little one when walking the path up to my door. Surely he is a bit too early on his way – the snail? February only.

He was so tiny, only about 3 millimeters, and still venturing out in this big world…on icy paths with an unwashed house. He ”looked” at me…

but, when I came too close with the camera, he silently steered away.

My son decided to pick him up and hide him under the garden bushes – out of sight from hungry little birds. Maybe we will meet again, on our way towards summer?