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.
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!