Happy Mother’s Day! Over here in the UK it is the first day of British Summertime and Mother’s Day. Over the past month or so I’ve been taking any opportunity to get out and capture signs of Spring.
The crocus, snowdrops and daffodils seemed to be blooming earlier this year, surprising us with their wonderful displays of yellow and lilac when we thought Winter still had us in her grip.
Little flashes of colour on a grey day filled my heart with joy; spindley red branches sprouting from grey bark like hair from an old man’s ear. Yesterday I stopped my son on the pavement of a main road to admire the deep red leaves rising like flames from an abundant green plant.
I try, no matter how busy I am, to stop for a little while (even for a minute) and take in the colours of nature. It’s not always easy when I’m tearing from place to place but I try.
I remember when my brother was a baby, my dad used to take us for early Sunday morning walks down a little country lane to look at the flowers and plants. He was brought up in the countryside in the 30’s and 40’s when there were few cars and long days of freedom and fun.
I try to do the same with my son.
On that note I’m off to spend some time with him. Wherever you are in the world I hope you have a wonderful day.