healingwords: poetry for the soul

I sometimes stop and really look at the nature around me, more often I take it for granted. When you actually look it is hard to believe the variety of flora and insect life visible in even a small area of landscape. On the hillsides overlooking the village spring flowers are still blooming after an unusual few months of frequent and gentle rain. It would be hard for an artist to imagine and paint the colours covering the land. 

This is a photograph of the hillside from the first week in May last year. I have not been able to go there since early March, two months ago. The flowers bloom almost overnight, colours spreading over the verges, changing each week, often grouped by colour. I remember once counting ten different yellow flowers on one walk through the pine and oak.  Soon I will be back there, under the trees. 

It always amazes me how vigorous nature is at clinging on to life. A weed grows between tiles on my windowsill, plants root on what looks like sheer rock. The beach near Denia is lined with gaudy coloured succulent plants, finding water in ground that is dry, gravelly sand. © 2020 Jacqueline Knight Cotterill.  All rights reserved.