Abstract Landscape Painter. Rural Dweller. Lover of Modernist Art and Design.
A small flock of yellowhammers moves down the hedgerow ahead of me. One or two settle on the top of the closely cropped structure. They allow me to draw alongside, before advancing approximately 5 metres and taking up almost identical positions on and amongst the blunt, thick stems. And so the pattern goes on down the line, with their high-pitched song piercing the silent morning.
The sticky buds of the aged horse chestnut tree, that stands on the green, are opening to reveal the new green leaves — tiny umbrellas unfurling. The catkins of a Goat Willow have burst open to extend their stamens. They look like small yellow bottlebrushes, floating above the silver grey layer of the dried grass stems beneath.
All text & images ©2018 Carol Saunderson