2016: the year of spaciousness

Because there's more to life than work


Cherry blossom time


IMG_2697The light today has been just wonderful, and although I’ve had a long day at my laptop I had to keep sneaking out into the garden to catch as much of the spring rush as possible. You can almost see the cherry opening – no wonder they have celebrations of this in Japan.


IMG_2698And for the first time this year it was just warm enough to head into the garden after work to sit and enjoy the sunshine – admittedly with a scarf on as the wind is still chilly, but that didn’t matter.

IMG_2701I don’t want to miss a second of this spectacular colour.





Wow, winter’s really getting into its stride this week. I could feel the temperature difference even before I got out of bed this morning. The frost didn’t melt all day in the shade, which meant I didn’t have to run round in my dressing gown this time to get pics.



IMG_2275Frost is destructive, but its thousands of miniscule crystals make you look at the commonplace as if you’ve never seen it before. I love how the macro setting on the camera can pick up the tiniest of details, like the way the frost has gathered on each of the hairs on this geranium leaf.

Above it all, the bluest of skies – but the sun is so low in the sky now it hardly touches the garden at all.


IMG_2276The green stems and red berries of the climbing rose scrambling through the cherry is the only bit of colour left there now. Almost every leaf is on the ground.

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It ain’t over till it’s over…

I might have called it a finale a few days ago, but it’s clear that autumn is hanging on for a few encores. It was absolutely perfect today, although a busy work schedule meant I only had a brief chance to pop into the garden for some photos, as well as shiver at the sudden drop in temperature. Every bit of colour today was pin sharp – even the puddles were reflecting the corals and oranges in the garden:

IMG_2226But the reality was even more dazzling!


IMG_2227Cherries have two glory moments in the year – the week when they flower, and the week when they drop their leaves. The rest of the time, you don’t look twice, but it’s worth the 50 weeks of dullness for the two of such beauty you can’t help but gaze at them. Even those on the ground are glorious.

IMG_2229We’re at the cusp though – in the shadier part of the garden, even thought the sun was brilliant overhead and not a cloud could be seen, winter was pushing at the gate.