Bluebells need shade, which is why, for the most part, they grow in woods. But sometimes you see them round the bowl of a single tree, where they survive like blue shadows.
From the train train window the countryside looks to me like a garden. Hawthorn, also known as May, because of the month in which it usually flowers, is already draping the hedgerows with white. Despite the speed of the train, I identify: primroses, wood anemones, ramsons or wild garlic, stitch wort, gorse and of course bluebells in the woods.
I watch seagulls glide into the wind above the front in Hastings. They ride into the wind overhead, until they almost come to a halt, before wheeling and swooping away. As I watch the gulls, I see, through the glass door of the restaurant outside which we are sitting, a gull of a pale milky colour, almost ghost-like. It is the reflection of a gull in the glass, a strange contrast, but one which for confused me for a few seconds.
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Yes, the May flowering in mid-April was given as but one illustration of the speeding up of climate change, on a feature this week on the Today programme . Swifts are arriving early too.
Very much enjoying these observations and the haiku earlier.
Hawthorn is white, is also called May and can also be pink. I once heard that the white is Hawthorn and the red is May. And the fruit are red.
Thankyou for the Bluebell shadows.
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