Up at my Mum’s for a few days, I have but a simple and brief offering today: a vase of daffodils, plucked from a bed normally overgrown with reeds and hogweed where they are currently the only visible occupants. Not surprisingly, as you may guess from the brightness of the sky in the photograph, the buds were all fully open by the end of the day in the brilliant Easter sunshine we enjoyed on Sunday. Brilliant sunshine, but still only a few degrees of warmth outside
When the sun shines here the skies are wonderful and there is just so much of them. Feast your eyes on a few of these beauties if you will (the land mass on the horizon is the island of Mull):
Looking down at the ground instead of up at those Big Skies found this enigma: why had this date been inscribed into the black sand on this scrap of beach? Is there a wedding to be celebrated, or the birth of a child to be anticipated? Or maybe it is a sad rather than a happy date, the inscription of which will be washed away by the tide like death washes away our loved ones in due course…
We shall never know, and as yet I don’t know what you will be putting in your Monday vases this week. I will certainly try to visit all your blogs to see them but may not have time to comment, nor reply to all your comments on this post, but I shall do what I can. Normal IAVOM thoroughness will resume again shortly and I know you will forgive me for my laxness this week: Happy Easter break everyone!