As regular readers of this blog will be aware, it's spring.
Continuing with my mission to provide a link with the outside world for those too busy to check on it themselves, I'd go further and say, not only is it spring, but it's a very fine spring. A very fine spring indeed. So fine that today could have been June rather than April. Yes, we had rain last week, but that's all to the good: keeps things green.
So, today, I went down to Kew Gardens:
It was, not unexpectedly, full of spring-y scenes. A little girl collecting fallen petals:
Azaleas in bloom:
Bluebells:
Trees, of course:
And ducklings:
More exotic birds, too. I came on this tense scene:
What's the story? Maybe this fella, guiltily skulking off into the undergrowth, knew more than he was letting on:
A few more Kew shots to round off:
And that's about it. I imagine it'll be back to inner city dereliction on my next excursion.














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