A quiet week

This morning as I write with my mug of tea by my side, the view from my window is gentle on the eye. Still and silver, a  misty beginning. Later I predict the sun will burn through and the day will be another sunny warm one, just like yesterday.  The sky is filled with birdsong. A blackbird is close by on a nearby branch, it's song,  a poem for a new day.

Spring is well into her wild and flowery dance now, scattering her magic throughout the grass. 

On days like this, it's hard to stay indoors. Much better to be outside and to take the time to lay down in the grass and moss and look upwards at blue April skies. 

 And to slow down and enjoy the view on  our journey. 

It's good to be back working outside. I may not have internet connection there, but I have the blossom, daisies and dandelion to admire whilst I quietly work away. I'm busy with hangers again now. The sanding part can be done sat in the sun. 

Sometimes it's hard to go back inside to paint, when the warm sun is on your shoulders,  but at least I can open the doors and let the sunshine in,  which is a good thing.  

I found a birds skull the other day when gardening. What a beautiful elegant thing. I shall add it to my nature collection, which I must remember to show you another time... 

I also came across this fellow hiding beneath a stone in the garden. I think his title is, Mr Toad, assistant gardener.

As the greening takes place  and the new leaves unfurl, the banks and fields are scattered with the delicate colours of Spring. 

On my walk tonight I spotted this little rabbit enjoying the evening sunshine.

New life is everywhere, and it's wonderful to see.

I wish you all a Happy Easter weekend. x