It was a dreamy, spring day in March, and I felt as if my camera and I had a personal invitation to come out and watch the buds grow into their own. The little pond in the park is always a good place to enjoy life in progress.
Ordinarily, I wouldn't have have posted this photo. It's not in sharp focus. The mallard is not really in view, though he is striking an interesting pose on one foot. I snapped it through the twigs of a newly-budding bush and you can see its out-of-focus lines in foreground while still viewing the duck, rock and tree in the background. For some reason, I like how it all turned out. To me, it has something of a dreamy effect.
This leaf is about to unfurl. You can see the tiny, downy fluff protecting the tender shoots.
Poplar trees are beautiful in spring. Before they sprout their leaves, catkins emerge. At first they look a bit like pussy willows - all grey and fluffy, but that soon falls away and lovely, pink, miniature flower appear. They'll elongate and lighten in colour before they drop off to make room for the leaf.
This isn't new growth, but last year's rose hips. They looked so pretty in the golden sunlight and I couldn't resist snapping a shot.
Maple buds look something like a sea creature at this stage. Or maybe a koosh ball.
This is my climbing rose bush about to put out leaves. You can see the thorns which are out of focus. The plant was a gift from my son and is doing nicely for the third season.
A sunny, side view of a crocus. I took so many shots from this angle and that. And then Frank thought I should take some more. And I did. I couldn't quite get enough of it but I'll spare you by showing just the one.
In a few days, I'll share my foggy excursions with you.