This is the forest that acts as the backcloth to our lives. We look out of the windows of the house, or from the window of the car as we go about our daily business, searching for the first signs of green that confirm the rumours that a new season of warmth and growth is nearly upon us. The awaited harbinger will be a soft green line running across the the tops of the trees making a clean demarcation between sky and forest. We’re still waiting.
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I love that watercolour line!
Such a lovely backcloth to have too!
Too right, and even nicer when it’s green. Thanks for following the blog, Ros, and say hi to Ugo:)
Us too. Ice on the pond again this morning. It’s still the season of comfort food and log fires (four days of logs left)
I’m pretty much in the same situation.
That’s such a peaceful scene, looks wonderful, so removed from the hustle and bustle of the city.
But jolly cold – at the moment:)
Roger, here in New England we too stand and wait. That groundhog must have the DNA of a weatherman, for they both share an inability to make accurate predictions.
Weathermen are keen to tell us how imprecise their science is. The problem is that it isn’t a science, it’s nature:)
Lovely shot, Roger.
Many thanks, Andra:-)
Beautiful, love the watery blue sky too!
It was a beautiful sky yesterday. Lovely light everywhere. I was out shooting “spooky” deserted farms for a commission!
Work eh? Well, doesn’t sound too arduous and I expect there was a brandy or a glass of wien at the end of it!
Now how did you guess that?
There’s ven sunshine in London today, but it’s not warm yet 😉
That’s the thing. April, and fucking freezing.
Very nice photo, Roger. I think we’re all looking for signs of Spring. I check my rose bushes hoping to see signs of buds on the canes. Only when every bush has “sprung” do I feel confident saying that Spring is here — but I’ll still check the skies for snow clouds. This is Chicago, after all.
This is the latest Spring that I can remember, that’s for sure.
We are cloaked in a dense and surly unrelenting fog.. I will watch for your green line.. I hope you photograph it for us! xx
It’ll come eventually.
I’m still waiting for that faintest green myself although the willow branches have a yellow cast to them now.