First Fowers

They have struggled this year, these tiny snowdrops, and finally yesterday there was a large patch waving in the breeze. "Hello spring" I heard them say. Mind you I didn't have my hearing aids in so it might have been wishful thinking. Or in this case, hearing.

snowdrops

Snowdrops Are Blooming

I dug one out of the garden to try an experiment; laying it on the scanner bed with a box over it.  I wanted to see if I could get an almost photographic image, without flattening the snowdrop. Not quite what I was after. Mind you it might have worked out better if I had cleaned the scanner bed. Then I got my darling to hold the snowdrop while I took photos. He's a good man. The scent is so delicate and sweet and I love the slender vein that holds the flower to the stock. And yes, I took it outside and replanted. Seems just fine after the adventure.

Scanner snowdrop

A beautiful neck

wish you could smell it

Snowdrops and Chairs

Yesterday was all glorious sun and warm. The first snowdrops poked up their heads, their flower pods ready to open. It's one of the miracles of spring. One day all is white, the next, tender green emerges.

And the chairs are coming in for The Chair Project. The work is amazing, funny, rude, tender, beautiful, funky; a variety of moods and personalities. Here is a sneak preview. From the left Denise Lamy, Louise-Andrée Roberge, Isobel Williams with her son Jack Weston [that's Jack in the picture], Jean Gaudet and David Griffin. To see more of these artists check out their links on The Chair project Blog [link here].

The 1st snowdrops

The Chair Project