Wrapped up warm and out with my camera this morning, I wanted to capture the essence of the day; the first daffodils, the hazy blue sky, the cold still air, the silvery sea, the winter sunlight.
I snapped away at all of it, but nothing hit the spot until I saw the flowers in the churchyard. Unwanted, cast aside and dumped in the hollow of an old tree stump, a handful of hyacinths lay frosted, frozen and perfectly preserved; exquisitely beautiful in the cold winter sunshine, ironic in their location and testament to the circle of life itself.
The curious thing is that when I look at the picture I see such vitality and vibrancy; my head fills with the memory of the pungent, sweet, peppery perfume, I can smell the warm beauty of those hyacinths, my eyes close, a smile spreads across my face and my heart begins to sing....
The picture shows the handful of blue hyacinths in St John's Churchyard, Hythe, Hampshire.
Click on the link below to see more photos of my wintry day.
(See my blog dated 5th December 2011 to read more about the tree stump in St John's Churchyard).
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