Poppy flower in the grass field. Was hard to take photo because of big wind that day.

Blossoming tree, everybody loves them, and strange pink feather, which  bird can lost it???

“The spring is fresh and fearless
And every leaf is new,
The world is brimmed with moonlight,
The lilac brimmed with dew.

Here in the moving shadows
I catch my breath and sing–
My heart is fresh and fearless
And over-brimmed with spring.” May Night

“I hoped that he would love me,
And he has kissed my mouth,
But I am like a stricken bird
That cannot reach the south.

For tho’ I know he loves me,
To-night my heart is sad;
His kiss was not so wonderful
As all the dreams I had.” The Kiss

I spot two ladybirds on top of each other, when I was going home after shopping. I quickly come back  home to grab my camera and I run to make a photo of the ladybirds. They still were busy. And I was feeling super lucky to record this naughty behaviour of the ladybirds

I escaped from London to countryside last weekend. I breathe fresh air in the huge forest, I sway on the swing which are near the lake, I counted all narcissus and blossoming flowers, I saw two rabbits scurrying away from the bushes. It was amazing. I love nature! It’s nothing more taster, when you eating sandwich in the forest and listening birds music which are making better music, than Enigma!