Funny how a certain combination of blue and green makes any view look like a postcard shot.
Yew flowers. The yew in the front garden is billowing great clouds of pollen dust every time the wind blows.
I do like the way the lichen has taken what was a pretty unprepossessing fence post of reinforced concrete and made it really rather beautiful. I am a bit of a lichen nut anyway, and like the one on the elder buds above: not lichen nut enough to be able to identify any. Maybe it's about time I learned.
There are still a lot of beautiful hangovers from winter: I was always fascinated by the ash tree in the garden at home when growing up and used to love waiting for the keys to spiral down to earth.
So much of what I know about the natural world came from Enid Blyton's Book of Nature, now thankfully reissued.
Alas, there is no point whatsoever getting a copy for my children. I loved this book: loved looking out for everything . Some things, like coltsfoot, I didn't see until years after - quite how I managed to miss such a common plant I don't know, but I did. I blame living in cities for 20 years. The things I'd never managed to see but which were mentioned in the book lived on, and still do live on, in my memory, waiting for me to see them one day. There's an excellent blog here which is becoming a sort of virtual nature table.