The land that rises from my back door that was once etched with a edge of blustered wind and piled high with drifted snow has given way to a profusion of gentle swaying green.

In places, this field of new fresh fronds reaches my shoulders.  I wonder about slenderness ratios and how something so slight and seemingly feeble can stand so tall!

And in amongst the emerald green there are touches and blushes of a delicate dusted pink.  It is so slight and of such a delicate hue that you would miss it in hurry and bustle.

I've used this horizon in many of my pieces over the years.

winter song brooch/necklace 2

grass and crocus

spring field front

Elsewhere, in amongst the waving fronds, a few beauties stand even taller.  They are the Queens of all they survey with their delicate lace crowns.

The honeysuckle is out and the alliums are popping.  Everywhere is like a slow motion, silent, daytime firework display.  I'm waiting for the grande finale!