The wind is howling and the rain is pouring. Spring, where are you? I'm a little out of sync since the clocks changed, and feeling rather quiet, choosing to lose myself in some poetry.
For visual inspiration I'm looking at some photographs I took last week in my favourite woods.
Blue skies, sunshine, shadows, and the added bonus of wood smoke drifting through the trees.
The season of walking in the woods is upon me. I've been waiting oh-so-long for this moment. Too wet and muddy in winter, they're a joy in spring and summer, and on into autumn. And soon...soon, the bluebells will show their nodding blue heads.