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January wildflowers

It really felt like spring this morning with birds chirping in the garden and sun peeking through the curtains. We are back to double digits here in London but also to more rain and wind later during the week. All the usual spring flowers like daffodils, snowdrops, snowflakes and crocuses are all out. A couple of weeks ago the crocus buds were firmly shut but today they all opened in the full glory. I have also seen the bluebells leaves and wild arum lily leaves springing in the woodlands. croc3

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Arum lily leaves
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Bluebells leaves

The wildflowers are also enjoying the current warmth and today I have spotted the first violet of this year. I always look forward to seeing those little purple beauties. The violet scent is fleeting, it comes and goes thanks to ionone, a chemical substance which switches off the ability to smell the flower for moments at time. Here is a selection of wildflowers spotted during January.

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Violet
campionred
Red campion
alkanet
Green alkanet
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Dandelion
annual
Annual mercury
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Common speedwell
daisy
Daisy
gall
Gallant soldier
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Red dead nettle
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Shepherd’s purse
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White dead nettle
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Dove’s foot cranesbill
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Common nightshade
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Smooth sow thistle

 

 

Let it snow

I know I am a bit late with this post, but being home for Christmas and New Year break in Poland, meant I was reduced to using my old laptop and could not load pictures as effective and fast as I would like to. I gave up when it failed to upload another photo and instead went back to eating more festive food. The weather over Christmas was very mild. The grass was green and the sky was blue and I thought spring will come the very next day. I would not mind that.

IMG_9392IMG_9418IMG_9394IMG_9410IMG_9412IMG_9415IMG_9429And then on the first of January it started to snow. Little white flakes came swirling down and the world has changed into a quiet and still place. I nipped out for a short walk into the woods. The sun was slowly going down and the snow was crunching under my boots. It felt peaceful and only a tapping of a woodpecker broke the silence. Lovely moment if only my fingertips were not freezing cold.IMG_9516IMG_9528IMG_9551IMG_9557

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