Sunshine on an early Spring day heralds the start of potion mixing season. Fairy soup, home made perfumes and curious bath time essences. Oh how I remember doing this in my own childhood and whilst I quietly dispose of the stagnant, rotting contents after suitable period of time has passed I cannot help but smile to know that blossom and water can still provide so much fun in a digital age.
The rhubarb has flowered once again. I cut the stems quickly, eager for the plant to return its energy to fruiting, these un-furling pink and green cauliflower like heads provide a strange sort of beauty when placed in a vase.
Tea outdoors, of course it tastes better.
Alongside potion mixing, den building is the order of the day.
Cherry blossom against a wide Suffolk sky. A promise of the fruits to come.