Wistow Wood 5/04/13

5.4.13

The Sun greedily kept hold of the soft clouds, as the wind tried to set it adrift alone into the chill blue sky. A Chiff-Chaff proclaimed belief of the coming warmth, cut short by the wind rushing through the empty branches. Tightly bound buds silently wait. A single small, young Wood Anemone opened its fresh petals, defiant as the first and bravest, the one that tells the others to follow. A patch of creamy yellow Primroses the only colour amongst the dusky dim brown and old green.