Sunny days at spring is not a given thing, but we’ve been lucky, and I have been able to watch and enjoy all the new arrivals from a good spot, while sitting on an old garden bench. I was not the only one who had a good time at the bench, the woodpecker had too.
It is spring, and all the dried things from last fall, which is to be found here and there in boxes, bowls, closets, and pockets, are on their way to a drawer, or some place similar. Perhaps they silently disappear to join the ecosystem.
Winter aconite, once again.
It appears that this flower has received a medal, the ” Royal Horticultural Society’s Award of Garden Merit”. I´m proud to host a big bunch of them. I wonder how they reacted when they found out about it. I will not wonder about what they did with the medal. Absolutely not. Or if it was big or small. Small one seems more likely.
It may look a bit dark and cold at these pictures from the old marsh, but actually there is spring in the air. (Now that you have seen how it looks outside, you might understand why it is necessary to make very colorful photos so often.)
Snow at the park around art museum Louisiana, north of Zealand, and a misty view to Sweden.
Despite all the small yellow flowers, nights are still cold with frost, and sometimes the wheelbarrow – which is full of withered things from the garden – delivers the most interesting little piece of art.