As the days lengthen and sunshine here in England becomes more common, albeit sporradic, I notice more and more than in the darker winter months everything just feels like a struggle. The sun warms up that expanse of blue, and I suddenly feel uplifted. One day the other week we had been teased by the warmth, coming and going in a day or two, like a breath of hope that was snatched away, replaced by grey drizzle that surrounded you in a mist of damp.
Simeon, Amelia and I found ourselves with a free morning and a break in the rain, so we took a walk around our village, camera in hand to hunt some beauty despite the miserable skies. And of course, there’s plenty of floral inspiration to be found during these changing, flourishing seasons. From wildflowers- queen’s anne’s lace, to blossom and bluebells, taking time to stop and notice each thing means that just a few days later I’m noticing the subtle changes as we pass by. Slowing down and breathing in the beauty that God has created all around us is like a deep inhale on a weary morning.
The tiny wild strawberry flowers grow in our garden, and a couple of weeks later I can now see tiny strawberries, yellow and ready to flush into colour before they can be tasted, a pop of sweetness in each one. The bluebells have come and gone now, but rich red roses are opening up and calling to be admired. Spring and its advent has been such a delight to observe. I’m trying to store up as much inspiration as I can, like collecting fallen petals in a jar, so that through the colder, barren months the blooms will still be there. What are your favourite flowers which have been popping up?
“And the secret garden bloomed and bloomed and every morning revealed new miracles.”