I welcomed in May last weekend with an another early morning rise at 4.45am, (my husband being more sensible just rolled over, and stayed in bed! ) However, just look what he missed - the colours in the sky were just breath- taking.
So why was I up again so early? I was following an ancient tradition of getting up before sunrise on 1st May, I didn't wash my face in the morning dew or bring in garlands of flowers, but instead watched some local Morris dancers celebrate by dancing on Stonebarrow Hill. (For further details of May celebrations see here.) Did you do/see any celebrating on May Day? It's good to see these traditions to celebrate nature's seasonal make-over haven't completely died out.
Although it looked so beautiful, it was so cold, I had to scrape the ice off the car window before setting off. Those watching were wrapped in warm coats and hats while the dancers, wearing just white shirts and trousers, really felt the cold! This image below could so easily be straight out of the pages of a Thomas Hardy novel!
The light and colours changed as dawn broke....
and the sun slowly rose in the sky, at the end of the lane, and you could instantly feel and welcome it's heat.
I couldn't resist a detour on the way home to Charmouth beach, which not surprisingly at 6.30 am was deserted, apart form a distant lone walker. The beach huts I mentioned back on this blog in the Autumn, were back in place, ready for another season.
Later in the day, walking through woods smothered in a carpet of wild garlic, we spotted this deer, who was just standing very still watching us.
It was lovely to see fresh green leaves appearing overhead. This week everything seems to be just bursting into life before your eyes!
The fields close by are now full of sheep and lambs. It is wonderful to see them jumping around and enjoying the May sunshine.
The blossom is also wonderful, whether it is in the hedgerows
or on the apple trees in our garden.
The forget-me-nots in the garden are still providing such a carpet of blue (sorry for featuring it again, my excuse is it is even better than last week! )
Last evening we took another walk in a different direction, up Eype Down and I accidentally discovered how to capture that vivid blue colour of the bluebells that previously has eluded me. The solution is to take the photographs at dusk! The added bonus, was the scent from the flowers was much stronger in the evening too.
Blue seems to have dominated this week on a shopping trip to Weymouth with my daughter,we ended up looking like tourists by stopping at the top of Abbotsbury Hill (a well known viewpoint) and capturing this misty blue view on the mobile phone,