Going Back To My Routes

Ah Sorghvliet. The perfect oasis of arboreal peace and tranquillity amidst the hub-bub of city life!

And bluebells. 

And there was I, worried that I might not see any Sorghvliet bluebells this year, but Fate kindly stepped in and decreed otherwise. 

Mind you, after all the tree conservation and tending over the Winter, my favourite shady bluebell path was slightly denuded of the long and elegant branches that used to sweep majestically over the flowers.

Boo-hiss. 

I know, I know. It's for the health of the trees, and like all bad haircuts, it'll eventually grow back. But still... :: pouts ::

But Mama Nature was just getting on with things, despite my sentimental predilection for how things used to be.

I'll let her off.

This time.

I was perhaps a couple of weeks early for the full show, it must be said, but a dreich April day didn't detract from the beauty of blue and fresh green, nor from the promise of more to come.

Or, indeed, the beauty of white, blue, and fresh green (one of my favourite combinations),

lilac, blue, and fresh green,

or, indeed, black and ivy green!

And, yes, the sun came out the next day and I do confess to going back for a sunlit shot, or two...

I mean, how could I not?!