Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.
~ Pedro Calderon de la Barca, Spanish Poet and Playright, 1600-1681
Shamrock (or Clover) is the Capture Your 365 prompt for today, but we were also given a little wiggle room with a second choice of Green. I almost had to take it because finding a clover, any clover, was not easy. This one was sticking its little head out of the water at the edge of the pond. We had a lot of rain overnight and the pond level is above where it should be, the water spreading out on the lawn. Not that it matters. It’s all one big puddle out there today.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills
When all at once I saw a crowd
A host, of golden daffodils.
~ William Wordsworth
Joanne commented that she couldn’t wait to see the daffodils. I am not sure they are worth the excitement of a cliffhanger so I decided not to make Joanne or you all wait. Photographing Daffodil Hill is easy. Getting good images is not.
It’s pretty amazing how quickly and efficiently life reasserts itself when it’s time for it to do so in the spring. Plants and trees that barely had buds on them yesterday have leaves and in some cases, flowers today.
M and I have been talking about taking a walking tour vacation. Someday. We’ve done a little research and thought about different places. Places we’ve considered include (but are not limited to) the Pembrokeshire Coast Path in the U.K., and Nova Scotia in Canada. (Note: I’ve provided links to give you an idea of what I’m going on about, not as a recommendation for any particular tour. I googled, these came up, and I picked them as examples. We haven’t gone so far as to pick a touring company.)
It’s a beautiful spring-like day here in the Bogs. We started off with a foggy morning, everything shrouded in misty clouds that seem to have forgotten they live in the sky and not on the ground.
I spent the morning running errands, but did get outside for a few minutes before I left just to capture a few photos of the fog. I love to take walks in the fog. There is something magical about it. I have decided to head out to a nearby state park the next time we have a foggy morning. I think it would be fascinating to wander around in the woods and peat bog in the fog. Perhaps I’ll stumble upon an opening to another world.