Well, it had to be done! Sixteen years ago I stood in my parents garden pregnant with Miss Teen and enjoying watching Mr Teen toddle around as we witnessed a total eclipse over London. Time stood still as the birds roosted and the dusky darkness enveloped us. Now, sixteen years later, Mr Teen stood with me in our garden as I set up the tripod and took a stupid amount of photos of the partial eclipse and Miss Teen was at school in her penultimate year - where does the time go?! Here in Lincolnshire it was cloudy but when the cotton wool covering cleared I got busy trying all the different filters on the new camera. PaNiC set in as nothing picked up the spectacle above our heads and the safe place where I have put all my special filters was, well, that 'special safe place' where no one knows where it is (including me). How I wished I was on the jet fighters that were flying above our heads (me thinks that it was a little too convenient to be having a dog fight just as the eclipse was happening - or is that me being sceptical!). "Try my sunglasses" said Mr Teen and handed them over to me. Not to put on you understand, but to put over the camera lens...
Once the sun had shooed the moon out of the way the day was just glorious! The warmth was intoxicating and, you'll be proud of me, I went out without my coat to the daffodil fields to capture some sunshine rising from the earth. Our little corner of Lincolnshire is known as South Holland... I wonder why?
In the distance the tallest mill in the country, Moulton Mill, stands proudly with its newly installed sails. Alongside, All Saints in Moulton which was struck by a tornado a few years ago - now repaired (note to self... I really must take you on a little trip to Moulton one day this year!).
But, the daffodils! Acres upon acres of the beautiful nodding heads swaying in the breeze, high on the mounds of earth, all at different stages of showing off their blooms. As far as the eye can see. A heart lifting moment.
Can you imagine living in these houses with the happy view.
This section was only the start. We drove along the narrow, quiet lonely lane that is used so sparingly that it has grass growing down the middle of it and out of the pot holes! For about two miles there was row upon row of daffodils, some stopping in the distance due to cottages, and some just disappearing into the horizon.
Kneeling down to be at the same level with these little parcels of sunshine was such a treat along this lane with no interruptions. Above us we could hear a skylark, and nothing else... heaven!
Other fields around here are being harvested with the workers walking along in lines to pick those in bud. The speed they work is breathtaking. Bending over picking daffodil after daffodil, quickly tying them and then working on the next bunch. Hundreds of workers gradually moving through the fields and wooden crates full of the budding bounty to be put in the cold houses for the supermarkets.
These fields however haven't been touched yet, but even after the workers go, there are thousands left behind to feed the bulbs for next year.
As for my house displays this weekend - pink roses, unusual white tulips and narcissus for their gorgeous spring scent, along with a touch of rosemary. Seven vases and little containers have been filled this time and dotted around giving me smiles all around the house. So here's some flowers from me to you my lovely readers. Thank you so much for visiting and commenting, you really are sending sunshine through my screen.
Next week... London! We are visiting the Museum of London, this time for a day. Yes, to listen to my Grandad in the exhibition again, but also to really drink in this amazing place. I now have a permanent link on my side bar if you want to make a virtual visit ♥