Blossom

The old enclosure (1700) is greening quickly, closing in, creating spaces in between; if there was sun the light would now be dappled, although since May arrived the sun has become shy, hiding behind clouds, furtively appearing infrequently. Even without the suns golden beams, the old enclosure appears regal dressed in it's new cloths; deer hiding amongst the fallen boughs, leave the security of their hides as we approach and disappear quickly now that the woods afford them shade and shelter. The Oaks still hold back, buds visible yet nowhere near fully formed; when the Oaks come into full leaf the transformation of the woods will be complete. A beautiful blossoming tree shines on the bank of Red Rise Brook, as the only colourful blooms amongst the fresh greens of new leafs its impact is immediate; what tree it is I am unsure, although the colour of the blooms is apple like.