THE ORCHARD DIARY 2nd Month
April 22 25
Blog by Lynne Pearl
The other day I went to see the orchard on my way to do something else as one does and there it was in the sunshine. So I thought I had better take some photographs, the sun is out and stuff is happening here!
And it was. The trees were waking up coming to life. They were no longer dry sticks coming out from the ground, fast asleep, dead to the world. They were waking up! There were signs of life.
The flowers around them had changed. Now there were lots of daffodils and even a few bluebells. One tree had white blossom and then another as well. It was just coming along. I was sure it must be too cold for the insects to come and pollinate them. I was still wearing a winter coat, though not the full heavy one with hood and waterproofing.
There were signs of life everywhere. I think there might even have been a few birds about not many yet though. The bigger trees beyond the orchard were still fast asleep., but the grass was very green all about growing well.
The sky was blue as only a Spring sky can be, and the white blossom showed clear against it. The new green shoots were bright against the sunny blue of the sky. In another row of trees the lacy blossom of the younger trees was showing clear against the green grass below while still other trees seemed to be still asleep.
They hadn’t realised it was time to wake up yet.
Poetry on Spring from my ‘Devonheart’ A Collection: a tribute to my home:
DEVON MID AFTERNOON
Butterflies crowd,
Flying from the hedges,
Brown wings
Settled against green blackberry leaves
And mauve blossom.
A cow with a star on her forehead
Gazes with dreamy eyes
And the sheep munch,
Woolly faced,
Staring in unison
And the white cow on the hillside
Stands ready to climb.
Beside the lane
Lie cottages, door ajar
With armchair ready
And a sleeping gnome
Lays against the cottage wall.
A straw owl
Stares down at passers by
On new yellow thatch.
‘Haytor Rock’ art by Cath Whitehead