Today was beautifully lit by Spring sunlight which quickly melted through the sharp frost which had whitened the grass.
This afternoon I went into Oxford, stopping on the way to pick some pussy-willow on an impulse as they caught my eye, back-lit in the lane.
I parked in St Giles and walked into town which looked wonderful.
Here the forsythia simply glows with the light. I wonder if the cyclist realised the colour match when parking? Continue reading “Frost and sunshine”