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Colourful April – Time Series

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Year 2015

Year 2016

In 2016 I had my first photography tour to Keukenhof gardens in the Netherlands. Yes Keukenhof is like a World of colours.

Year 2017

How the rain showers come in the month of April, bringing nourishment to the flowers so they can bloom in the spring. ~ David C. Reyes

Year 2018

The coming of April heralds the time to plant seeds of magic and fill the heart and home with the joy of light and life ~ Lotuswulf Satyrhorn

Year 2019

You will feel the intoxication if you live life very consciously in this beautiful, merry month of April ~Summer Bacon

Year 2020

Year 2021

It was a fun exercise looking into archives to get the idea of April in yesteryears. Snow in April is not exceptional.

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Floral Friday: Double Daffodils

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Recently I have posted various daffodils but taken in past years. Tomorrow I am planning to visit the arboretum to see how the flowers are coming up. We are enjoying sun for last two days.

I got very busy today and after working for 6 straight hours I decided to go on hiking 😀 . I know for some it might sounds crazy but for us it’s quite natural. When the weather is good we love to be outside. When in Rome ++.

I wanted to enjoy sun but not interested in stairs, so hiked (one way) around 7.5 km and up to elevation 568 m (8.5% inclination). Up on the mountains it was fantastic. There were people but not crowded, not like weekends. I found a nice bench and read a few pages from “Cider with Rosie”, relaxed for about 20 min then came back. Now I am tired.

It’s time for yoga stretches and a good sleep. Will check the comments and blogs tomorrow.

Have a fantastic weekend.

 

Floral Friday

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Daffodowndilly

She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
She wore her greenest gown;
She turned to the south wind
And curtsied up and down.
She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
“Winter is dead.”

A.A. Milne [from When We Were Very Young]