Spring is Sprung
02nd April 2011
I went down to RHS Rosemoor yesterday and for the first time in as long as I can recall, I didn't have a camera with me. In fact I left it in the boot of the car. The weather was pretty appalling. It was blowing a gale and the sky was really dark, constantly threatening to rain, but never quite getting around to it.
Instead of seeking out possibilities for decent images, I looked at the garden with fresh eyes. It was like returning to childhood. The breeze blew through the Magnolia and Prunus so that everywhere I walked in some parts of the garden, the air was filled with glorious scent. The paths were strewn with pink and white blossom and the whole world seemed to be pastel coloured, pink, pale blue, white...
It all made the cup of coffee back in the restaurant all the more welcome when I finally made it back to base camp. The couple of hours I spent just wandering was a reminder that I really should leave the camera behind more often. You get to drink more coffee that way as well.
Instead of seeking out possibilities for decent images, I looked at the garden with fresh eyes. It was like returning to childhood. The breeze blew through the Magnolia and Prunus so that everywhere I walked in some parts of the garden, the air was filled with glorious scent. The paths were strewn with pink and white blossom and the whole world seemed to be pastel coloured, pink, pale blue, white...
It all made the cup of coffee back in the restaurant all the more welcome when I finally made it back to base camp. The couple of hours I spent just wandering was a reminder that I really should leave the camera behind more often. You get to drink more coffee that way as well.
