Spring in England

One of the reasons that I moved to England was for the seasons and the fact that when you look out of the window, things actually change! In Australia, especially where we lived right down the bottom of South Australia egverything stayed the same more or less and that just wasn't for me!

So bags packed and off to the northern hemisphere where the times of year could be relied upon to behave properly!  Take a look at this....

Hard to beat! Husband Rob and I took a short walk the other evening and in the (still) cold clear air, a ballon drifted silently over us

I am a little envious actually, I have a slight fear of heights so ballooning is not really for me but I can imagine how tranquil it might be to drift silently - normally I prefer the reassuring sound of engines keeping me aloft.

Closer to the ground the daffodils bloom and look gorgeous

And primroses jostle for space

with a wonderful iris

To top it all off, pussy willow muscles in on the scene

Okay...almost too much! I think that I will go back to admiring the pink blossoms which are the only real wild signs in South Australia that spring is coming

The beautifully perfect spring time in europe; the sort that occurs mainly on Easter cards takes some getting used to!