It’s Christmas Eve – and the weather is absurdly warm! No chance of delicate fragments of crystallised water falling from the sky. I just thought the colour and texture of this white pelargonium might be a little bit suitably seasonal! I love using macro photography to see the wonder of plant life, though – at any time of year!
Once again, I’m illustrating the effects of our recent strange weather patterns. This beech hedge would normally remain dormant until spring, but yesterday I noticed these buds had appeared. What will happen to them next? I don’t know…
Just recently, the prevailing weather has been unusually mild (but catastrophic in some parts of the U.K. due to flooding!)
Here, this has allowed a few flowers to continue to bloom. This hebe is one example – a cheering sight on a grey, dull day.
This post is in response to the ‘100 Word Challenge’ here, where you will find links to lots more responses. The brief was to write 104 words, including the phrase shown in bold.
Earlier in the year, the unseasonal weather meant that ‘Spring’ kicked in early. Deciduous trees were in bud ‘before their time.’ Early snowdrops and aconites were not even surrounded by snow. That ‘here comes the sun, it’s good to be alive…’ feeling pervaded the British isles. Winter was all but over.
Oh, how dangerous are those words ‘all but…’
Winter decided to fight back, even though his time was almost up. The upshot was that, by last Thursday, Spring hadn’t quite sprung. Leaves, buds and flowers have been duelling with frost and snow. I hope they win. And I hope they win very soon.
As I looked out of the window on Wednesday morning, it seemed that the unseasonal weather had ended at last. The autumn heatwave, which will, no doubt, go down in meteorological history, was evidently finally over. Rain had fallen overnight, and cloud cover remained at what the experts once called ‘eight over eight.’ A few garden flowers still seemed reluctant to submit to the inevitable entrenchment of ‘the fall.’
On Thursday, typical equinoctial weather prevailed – a cold start, wind, a mild noon, showers, and a cold finish; the cacophony of roosting birds occurring noticeably earlier. All the flowers were withered. All? Not quite…
This post was prompted by the ‘100 word challenge’ here.
It is based on my own observations over the last few days.
