When I was last at Humber Bay, I took only bird photographs. While doing this, I couldn’t help but notice all of the emerging flower activity in the trees and shrubs. This prompted me to return another day and have a close botanical look (and I mean close !)
NATURE POETRY
At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited;
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom. – Thomas Hardy
Miles Hearn