Saturday, April 17, 2010
England is at its glorious best, the white blossom of blackthorn powder puffs the hedgerows its whiteness set against the new green of willows and hawthorns. The Viper pub hidden in the woods is full of people taking a late lunch in the garden, children scamper around, the little white sealyham is still on the scrounge for food and yellow brimstones track up and down.
Clear blue skies, no planes to mark their trail across, what an odd few days it has been. A warm day, trip to buy some plants and the cherry blossom looking gorgeous. Tried to photograph the pulmonaria bee, not sure of its proper name, but goes under the heading of solitary bees. It has a long proboscis to delve deep into the flowers and acts like a humming bird on the blossom but it is too fast, so I caught this large bee instead.