The cherry blossom has its brief days of glory and then shatters in a confetti of petals on the ground. Thankfully that isn't the end of nature's treats because, hot on its heels, comes the clematis. One fine specimen scrambles over a wall right in the middle of Saltaire's residential streets. It brings pleasure each time I see it.
Meanwhile the woods are still frothily full of wild garlic, its delicate blooms looking so much like lace tossed carelessly on the ground. It smells oniony and I rather prefer the fragrance of bluebells, which are in flower at much the same time. Occasionally the two intermingle prettily but more often there'll be swathes of white and swathes of blue in adjacent but separate drifts. Those below are both in Northcliffe Woods, bordering the path up the wooded ravine in the south of the park.
There's no stopping a well-rooted clematis; someone down my road cut one right back a couple of years ago but it seems to be nearly back to its former glory already. Lovely shots of all three "abundances".
ReplyDeleteIt is such a lovely time of year!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photos, the sunlight in the woods feels warm.
ReplyDeleteMy clematis bulb was ripped out by workmen building a wall. It lay all winter on the ground until I replanted it and crossed my fingers. Now it has flowered blue and looks gorgeous!
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