The spring wild flowers in homeowners’ lawns speak Easter to my memories.
Between the mountain air and those flowering plants is an aura that feeds and frees my creative synapses. Absolutely amazing.
Some people might call it a ‘natural high’ but no. Whatever it is, it inspires, it energizes and encourages the freedom that is the base of creative thoughts, words and deeds.
The airs are important. On the highest and northernmost massif of the Swiss Alps, the airs flow down, mingled with the airs of the plants and earth, otherwise undisturbed, from 4,000 meters (above sea level) over the surfaces of broad lakes into and among the gardens of the villages at 600 meters.
Springtime rains mix air and earth…life begins to stir.
This diverse mix of wild flowers bloom in that narrow window, just after the grasses green with life but before the grasses spurt with growth.
Veritable glens, even forests of delicate spring flowers invite walks of discovery.
And on the edge of civilisation where village garden meets mountain landscape…
Flowers, forest, animals, children, parents, play, nurture, gardens, landscape…
How can the beauty of spring become black and white and retain its ethereality?
The same but different. We have just to live it.
