spawn-watch

One week in ...


....and the spawn is starting to melt and transform from an amalgamation of distinct egg-sacs into a more general porridgy gloopiness. Or gloopy porridgeness.

The little black dots are elongating - they're quite distinctly sort of foot-print shape now, well depending on your footwear I suppose. Plimsolls. (do plimsolls exist any more in this world of trainers, converse and high-tops?)

Some of them even have the beginnings of a waist.

Wow, they change so fast.


Further reports will follow in due course.

And in the meantime, there are also daffs

and though it seems almost sacriligeous to bleach away that glorious yellow,
I found it interesting to view this one in black and white, and take a different kind of notice of its shape and structure.


And my little baby magnolia tree has beautiful buds, emerging slowly and faintly pink-tinged, slyly delightful tongues poking out at the back of retreating winter.