Thursday, April 22, 2010
Last month I was hoping for spring. I really was. But then the cold weather kept coming and the rain kept pouring and I kept escaping to warmer places.
Finally, though, spring has made it to London. And it couldn’t have chosen a better time for its debut. My birthday was this week, and my boyfriend got me a digital SLR after his first gift, a cycling trip in Umbria, was destroyed by The Volcanic Ash Cloud.
I’ve had a chance to test the camera around Hampstead this week, documenting the arrival of spring in case winter decides to come back and ruin everything. Or in case we get that BBQ summer the Met has been promising for three years. No. Wait. That won’t happen.
But regardless of how much or little spring is left, it is here now for the taking. And take I did. I took as many photos of foliage and flora as I could.
Up to Windmill Hill I walked, scouting the tiny blossoms.
Then on to Hampstead Heath for more.
Ultimately I ended up in Golders Hill Park, where the spring gardens were bursting with canary yellow daffodils, burgundy tulips, and vanilla hyacinths.
And because this is me, I also took a few food photos along the way.
(Not pictured: The ice cream cone I was holding in one hand while trying to take half of the above springtime pictures in the other).