Cusp

impatience | waiting | longing

I feel ready. Ready to quint through a heat haze and soak up every drop of warmth. I’m not normally one for bright colours, but I’ve been seeking out yellow - craving something that will interrupt April’s leaden sky. 

I took these photos on Sunday. We were on our way back from a hike through the hills and feeling suitably hungry. Driving home I took a shortcut, single-mindedly just wanting to eat. There isn’t much that will make me detour when I’ve got food on my mind, but flowers en masse, bathed in a surprise burst of late afternoon sun will do it every time. 

The fields near to where I live are brimming with buttery coloured flower heads. They are stubbornly standing tall under the weight of the hail and rainstorms that have dominated the past few weeks. We saw them in the distance, like a beacon calling us in. It was brief, but glorious. Much like a woodland carpet of bluebells, a field full of rapeseed is a joyful and inviting landscape. 

Beltane is around the corner and I long to see more gauzy sun flares and glades backlit with golden hour rays. It feels like such a small thing to miss, but I’m looking forward to seeing tiny insects flitting through the summer sky with the sunlight bouncing off their wings, like a sprinkling of glitter above the flowers. These simplest of pleasures can’t come soon enough.