Frozen lilac
Winter comes in all colours of the rainbow:
Frozen lilac – so enchanting!
A new kind of winter magic.
Sunset at - 17 C
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Two pasts and a present
To celebrate the Chinese New Year of the Dragon, I offer you three photos taken on successive new years.
When I stand on our wobbly jetty and look to the left,
There is a spit of land with trees on it called ‘The Hill of Love’.
In the New Year of 2010, the sunrise bathed the ice on the lake and the trees in blue.
In 2011, the afternoon sun presented
A glorious landscape of diamond-studded snow (on the iced over lake).
This New Year, the mild sunset surprised us
With lilac and gold
And perfect reflections in a lake still waiting for the big freeze.
May the dragon roast your marshmallows to perfection this year without singeing your eyebrows!
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A Monet morning
A serene and very early Saturday morning.
The sky has become an Impressionist painting,
Lovingly smudged in lilac and pink.
Fog turns dawn into a painting by Monet
And out of its misty hills
The trees that hint of the autumn to come
Float as if in heaven.
(All photos completely unedited because sometimes you just can’t improve on Nature.)
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Through the fence
The last day of 2010 dawned bright and glorious.
Sneaking a peek through a white wooden fence, I catch a sight of golden trees framed in the lilac shadows of the fence.
Rounding the corner, I gasp in admiration as the snow unfurls like a purple rug
And flaming trees float golden under a peaceful sky.
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Lilac wine
Spring in Sweden is the colour purple. A riot of purples ranging from delicate pastel lilac to deep maroon.
Lilac
The explosion of flowers meets its match with the dizzying fragrance of the lilac bushes as they droop under their burden of perfumed petals.
Looking up, you are surprised by the budding of the fir cones.
They hang from the branches like a luscious bunch of decadent maroon berries.
And, of course, no spring – or summer – here in Sweden is complete without long, light days and sun glinting on water.
This is the sagging jetty that we share with the ducks, swans and the Canadian geese.
Now, if only the rain would keep away so that spring can keep its purple promises…
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So – what colour is YOUR spring?
Who says what?