A walk in April with the asbos

Scrabble, Gata and Tata all a'twitch with exciting spring smells

Oil seed rape growing in the field behind us

The motorway outside our gate

Great view of the soft rolling Downs. In the distance is Lady Hamilton's Folly 

over the way from Uppark

Early May blossom always makes me think of poor Anne Boleyn

Cowslips nodding if not mooing a welcome by the gate

Bluebells ringing in Spring

A rather lovely little virginal bluebell all in white

An  early campion

I think this is a tiny little hardy geranium

Darling primroses

More shocking pink campions

Violets my grandmother's favourite little flower. Can't imagine why anyone would want to cover them in sugar and eat them..they are so pretty to look at.

This old ash tree is like a great hand coming out of the earth

Ahh lovely wild garlic...ramsons

I wonder what kind of fungi this is..looks like it would make a good black ink..so long as one didn't put the brush anywhere near one's mouth!! Ykk

They almost look as if they could crawl away!

This post is at the corner of our field

Deer slots in the claggy mud

May blossom

Baby camomile with what seems to be rabbit droppings by the side..

So love when the spring flowers start to bloom

A muddy walk as autumn brews a storm for the weekend

One

last cheeky little October raspberry in a pot..

 As I stomped through the mud in my wellies..I couldn't help  but think what wonderful colour swatches lay around my feet.

And then I started noticing how many foot prints and other various prints there were embedded in the grey glistening mud.

Dogs leap into the puddles after their battered old tennis balls..

Bicycles leave their snaking patterns.

Birds have been waddling through the sticky mud. I would LOVE to see some pictures of ducks or geese fat feet in the mud. They are so iconic and strangely humorous...

All wonderful colours whether bright or dull.

The muddy track then gives way to this little lane.

The great ash tree is loosing her leaves..thank goodness as I still have clear memories of the big storm that caused such devastation as the trees were all covered in leaves that caught the wind like sails.

If you search the top branches of the stump of a tree on the right you'll see an owl house given to me one birthday and lashed aloft by my brother.