Blossoms, beginnings and endings

The early blossoms are starting to appear on the trees; they are pretty and delicate and add and subtle perfume to the air.



Delicate pinks, white and deeper blossoms herald the beginning of spring to me.

 

"The Blossom" is a poem by William Blake, published in Songs of Innocence in 1789:

 

“The artist is the confidant of nature, flowers carry on dialogues with him through the graceful bending of their stems and the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms. Every flower has a cordial word which nature directs towards him.”

August Rodin

 

These blossoms remind me of fluffy little tutus:

 

Blossoms in the Springtime (song byVaughn Horton)

When I see blossoms in the springtime
I know that sweetheart time is here
My love that blossoms in the springtime
Blooms in my heart through all the year.

I love the blossoms in the springtime
Kissed by the sunshine and the rain
I love to hold you oh my darling
When kisses bloom in sweetheart's lane.

 

Never to flame all winter long
Then like the blossoms in the springtime
Burst with the first red robin's song.

I love the blossoms in the springtime
Kissed by the sunshine and the rain
I love to hold you oh my darling
When kisses bloom in sweetheart's lane.

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Here is a video "Simon's Cat: Springtime"

I mentioned endings in my title. Earlier this week I was wandering in my garden when I found the tiny body of a hummingbird. It is one of the Anna's Hummingbirds that have been coming to our feeders year round for a few years. This one was a bit smaller than the others.

 

An Anna's Hummingbird is a medium sized hummingbird native to the west coast of North America. It has a reddish purple throat but here it appears black.

 

It was sad to see, this little fellow's ending was especially poignant to me because it is just the beginning of spring and new life.





 

On a happier note a bit later in the afternoon I got a picture of another Anna's at one of our feeders.

 

 

 

I have begun painting again, several things at once, but have only managed to finish one painting so far. It is painting of a bird I saw in Italy last summer, a black headed gull I think. A watercolour, no name, no signature, just a little study I did.

 

 

 

 

 That's all for this week, happy Wednesday, thanks so much for dropping by.

 

Gillian

The artist is the confidant of nature, flowers carry on dialogues with him through the graceful bending of their stems and the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms. Every flower has a cordial word which nature directs towards him.

Auguste Rodin

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Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring, you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn.

Walter Scott

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Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring, you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn.

Walter Scott

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The artist is the confidant of nature, flowers carry on dialogues with him through the graceful bending of their stems and the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms. Every flower has a cordial word which nature directs towards him.

Auguste Rodin

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Who's Watching Who

Well I am back.

Bird watching is a curious phrase, I often feel like the watched rather than the watcher as in these pictures:

Asleep?  I don't think so...

Watching while having a dip...an eye out all the time.

 

 

 

This eagle was surveying its surroundings, taking in me and everyone else passing by.

 

 

 The Redwing blackbirds have been back for a while and are staking out their territory around the pond.



 

 

 

A Rufus sided Towhee taking a rest from foraging in the undergrowth.

A Robin catching the early worm still has a bit of time to keep and eye on me.



..and this Chickadee stopped to watch me pass.

 

 

The Crows are always alert.

 



It is two weeks since my surgery and I am feeling much better, still sleeping a lot but able to get out and walk now. The fresh air is wonderful and I even took my camera with me yesterday and came home with these shots.

 

I have started splashing a bit of paint around in the last couple of days but have nothing to show yet.

 

Spring seems to have snuck up on me this year, I think it came while I was napping. I am looking forward to improving my fitness, flexing my artistic muscles and enjoying the new season.

 

Until next time, happy Wednesday, thanks for stopping by.........

 

Gillian 

 



The Melt

Last week's snow ended with a power outage here, sure makes one appreciate the light and heat that we usually take for granted.

So days of grey skies gave way to sunshine and all that is left is the melt.

A thin coating of snow is still on the trees, nestled in the rushes and on the bridge over the pond.

 

 

 

 

Still a few traces of snowmen.

 

 

There is still a coating of sludgy snow on the pond but the blue of the  sky is still evident in the reflections. 

 

The ducks have "cleared" pathways through the water.

 

 

 

There is a fresh coating of snow on the local mountains too, but after all that is where the snow should be.

 

 

Since I took these pictures it has snowed again, and again, and almost vanished. Usually the snow has fallen on the weekends minimizing traffic woes.

 

Pretty while it lasts as long as it does not stay too long. We are more used to rain than snow here, and that does not need shovelling!

 

Here is one new painting, it is finished or almost finished. I have not decided what to call it yet but it is a watercolour on paper. This was inspired by a photograph that a friend Robert took. Here is his website:   www.alifeintheday.ca

 

 

Untitled watercolour

 

 

Thank you for stopping by, I am always interested in your thoughts, happy Wednesday.

 

I will likely be absent for a week or two because I am scheduled to have surgery next week. I will be back as soon as I am able,

 

Gillian

 

 

 

 

 



 



Snow Dropping

Last week it looked so like spring but this week it is snowing; but it is heavy wet snow and dropping not flaking. I didn't take the good camera out with me in the wet weather so apologize as the pictures are not quite up to my standard.

 

The star of the show last week was looking much the worse for wear after a day and a half of the soggy stuff.

 

The snowdrops were drooping under the wet snow, but will certainly rebound once it is finished.



 

Snow drops that fall on my nose and eyelashes? What about on hare, actually a rabbit.

 



 

Berries and "hips" with a coat of snow:

 

I thought these looked almost abstract:

 

 

.. and down on the beach this shell nestled in the snow near the tide line.

 

And now for something quite different. It is a watercolour painting on Aquabord (a board with a clay surface that accepts watercolours. I have never used this before, an advantage is that it can be fixed and varnished so that it does not have to go under glass.

Sometimes I see something that just begs to be painted, the following scene is one such. The shells were caught in a battered piece of driftwood that was washed up by a storm and lit up by the bright late afternoon sunshine. It is a watercolour that I call "Catch of the Day":

 

 

That's my Whimsy for this week, thanks for dropping by,

 

Gillian.