It’s been a four seasons day, with rain, lots of it, sunshine, quite a lot of it, frost in the sheltered bits early on this morning, and a scatter of snow or six during the late morning and early afternoon.
“I wonder if I can manage my walk during one of the dry and sunny bits,” I wondered, more to myself than to the world at large.
“You’ll do no such thing. When you get rid of that cough properly we’ll see. Meantime, how’s about a nice cup of tea?”
I sighed, very much to myself, and put the kettle on. Just then it came on to rain again, all shivery and full of March wickedness.
So I contented myself with looking out of the window. One flower is in view and, by using the maximum telephoto setting on my camera, a decent shot of it emerged. That’ll have to do.
Quince blossom
Those who are curious about such things may welcome the information that in Welsh, ‘quince blossom’ is blodau cwins. Not many people know that.
It does “do,” and very sweetly, too, with its crystal droplet hanging down.
He’s right, you know. We hates it when they’s right, eh?
Hugs and Healing mojo, ~ Sil
I am watching the garden getting going and I just cannot get any enthusiasm to get out there and dig as it’s just so changeable.The wind here is ear numbingly cold too!
what your zoom is a whole heck of a lot better than mine! Beautiful picture. Send rain!
That is a terrific telephoto picture. My best tele is about a third that distinct. From your description of the changeable weather I would have guessed you live in Texas. But I know you don’t. Changeable weather plays hob with my allergies.
Thank you so much for that beautiful blossom photo, John. I can almost touch its tiny petals. And “blodau cwins” sounds so much more appealing than plain ‘ol Quince, doesn’t it.
Beautiful sunny day here up till about an hour ago. The clouds have come over and it’s going to rain in a couple of hours or so. We did get out and do some raking of the nooks and crannies where all the autumn leaves blew into. It just felt good to be out in the sun. Not too hot nor too cold.
Very beautiful photo John, thanks. I saw a periwinkle in bloom outside my door today, and did a double take. Now I walk bent over searching for more spring blooms.
Really lovely, John. I’ve always loved the quince flowers. Made a very nice table arrangement for a luncheon I was giving using almost nothing other than quince branches. Very oriental and much admired by my guests, to my great joy! That wonderful RED!
Lovely picture!
Last Sunday night, we had 4″ of snow. At the moment, it’s 80F out there. It seems many of us are enjoying that “changeable weather” phenomenon.
Ah, John. Now *that’s* a picture! Thank you. I do love quins (smile) blossoms. And dew drops. Have another cuppa, luv.
Your great picture of Spring to come gives me hope for the beauty we shall soon have all around us.
Please don’t take chances with your health. Here in Michigan there is a flu epidemic with schools closing and not a blossom to be seen. All the best to you and your loved ones.
Beautiful photo John. Spring is on the way!
Lovely quince. That one drop of water reflects the world.
Yes, warm and sunny here in the park. I posted lots of pictures after several friends at the old site wanted to come along.
Beautiful picture John.
Somehow I think a bit more effort went into it, than you are admitting to! You are too modest…
But that Welsh – surely it’s just a welshification of the English words. Not really Welsh at all.
Glad you like the photo, friends… it was the best of about ten shots, cropped a little and colour-corrected in Photoshop. The whole job took perhaps five minutes, backed by an awful lot of past experience!
Andrew, re the ‘Welsh’ — you may be right, words do migrate from the big dominant language to the East and need to be modified for spelling and such. I got this translation from the Welsh language department at the University of Lampeter so I’m reasonably confident it’s as right as it’s ever going to be.
There are many pitfalls when dealing with the Welsh language, and it’s easy to fall into them. For instance, I was once in conversation with a Welsh friend who had it as first language, with English a very poor second. We were struggling to reach an understanding about a water tank (don’t ask) and it was only when I pointed at it that she gave me a lovely smile and told me I meant ‘cistern’. Which seemed perfectly valid to me. Except, when I look it up, it translates to ‘tanc dwr’. All you can do is smile brightly and say how wonderful…
What a lovely photo. It makes me realize how hungry I am for spring.