There has been a shift in perspective, a change in the quality of light, as the days begin to draw out more noticeably.
The afternoon sun is rich and warm, despite a cool wind. Foliage flares lush and green beneath its caress, and the house seems to glow in the last embers of the day.
Outside, the spring flowers are suffused with depths of warm gold, surely it is no coincidence that so many of our spring blooms are yellow?
Earlier this week, I suddenly noticed that where these last sunny flowers of Rijnveld’s Early Sensation are beginning to fade, a new chorus line has sprung up.
Slender green stems flushed with magenta swell out into narrow buds of pale yellow and green, striated and veined in rose before tapering to a pert pink point. These bob in the breeze like a line of inquisitive birds.
A stripe of rich egg-yolk yellow along the length of one or two buds shows a glimpse of the deeper colour within, and slowly they have begun to unfurl their pointed petals. Already I am smitten with these Tulipa sylvestris, which I inter-planted among the daffodils along the grass verge. I hope they will naturalise along here, and bring joy for many more springs to follow.
What wonderful poise these have, and such a variety of colours.