May 2019

The weather’s holding, allowing trees to hang on to their glory…

Scented May blizzard:
rowan blossoms fill the air,
Blown by blackbird’s song.



Profusion of blossom…and scents…

Drunk on blossom scents,
giddy breeze caresses leaves,
staggering gently



It’s going to be the Year of the Blossoms…

This damp May morning
hangs wisteria blossoms
with diamond droplets.



Sunny but still chilly, everything is delayed…

Very late this year,
cuckoo calls through bare woodland.
The pressure is on!



These Easterlies are playing havoc with the new growth…

Soft chestnut fingers,
burnt by un-Maylike east winds.
New beech leaves silk-soft.