Sunday 17 May
I mentioned a few weeks back about how nature seems to come out of the blocks like an Olympic sprinter around the end of April beginning of May; it gives us so much to lose ourselves in, if we’re only prepared to take some time out to look and listen.
The wild flowers in the hedgerows on our evening walk have been beautiful but when you get closer and really look, you can’t help but be in awe.
We so often pass by these flowers gathered in their hundreds and thousands and don’t even notice them.
It’s a privilege to kneel down in front of something that so innocently and reliably blooms each spring then quietly departs asking nothing of us in return.
Its easy to get a little carried away and poetic about wildflowers but we really should take a little more notice of these silent little jewels of nature.
The Bald Birder 