Don’t tell anyone but I keep nearly crashing the car, May is the giddy climax of our English spring and it’s so beautiful I keep on wanting to pull over/swerve wildly. So far disaster averted. You think I’m exaggerating? Well look, as I drive under the trees…
because I can’t help but look up, then as Slad slides into view
There’s a screech of brakes (mine).The buttercups and dandelions are so dense underfoot that the meadows appear yellow with the horses etched into the vista.
Across the verges and inside the woods the wild spring garlic is a sensory experience, so intense I kind of do want to roll in it, but stick to foraging for risottos and soups instead. I am safer on foot (basket in hand).
Absorbing the soft air as the beech leaves multiply and the green glow resumes its luminosity over the wood.
I pause to absorb it all and there straight ahead is a deer.At the edge of the woods the valley rolls and folds before me, the light playing over it, shades of green multiplying, whilst the birdsong intensifies overhead.
and I can just hold spring in my hand.
To me spring is green and white with flashes of intense yellow and blue, it’s an interminably slow start from January when tiny violets pierce the hard brown ground, and snowdrops bow their heads. Here Spring builds note by note, flower by flower into the full glory of May. The blaze of yellow daffodils, then bluebells, wood anemones and wild spring garlics which form carpets of intense colour against a growing array of vivid greens. Finally even the verges and paths froth over with cow parsley and the fields are massed with yellow buttercups and dandelions.
I walked this daily in our woods this year…. as colour burst from the ground and climbed the trees seemingly branch by branch.
in ever increasing clusters of lime green.
Reaching full force as the bluebells gently wave goodbye.
Letting the wild spring garlic claim the forest floor.
After the endless grey and brown of English winter and intense rains of April the village starts to venture outside literally blinking.
and cricket resumes play on the Laurie Lee ground heralding summer.
Spring comes to England as to no other country, as though the island were its natural home…It seems to last longer here lingering voluptuously over the passive landscape..stumbling, sweet and slow, a thing of infinitesimal shades, false starts, expectations and deferred hopes, and final showers of glory. The month of May in England, so long awaited, is the flower studded crown of spring, the final raising of the curtain on all we’d been promised, the shimmering threshold to the mansions of summer. Laurie Lee – The English Spring.
The main reason I love this visual feast which imprints itself daily – in a thousand small moments – is that its such a powerful palette, the intense colours and textures of spring’s awakening symbolically cheer the soul. Bring them into your home or wardrobe for an instant sunny fix to lift the greyest of days.
Like Lauren Hutton circa 1970
Michael Kors Runway 2015.
Green is the only colour our eyes don’t adjust too see, it’s a naturally relaxing colour for us to be around, layer it’s vibrancy – just like nature – with shades of silvery green and darker ivy, to tones of vivid leaf and pea green – they all naturally work together. Ground it with neutrals and fresh shades of white or pop in blue and yellow, your done. This palette is about bringing nature into your home.
Whether you go the WHOLE way or add a natural accent.
It’s about making an entrance.
Or waking up surrounded by a scheme which offers the healing touchstone of spring….
It’s a classic equally at home in Lee Radziwill’s uptown NYC to David Hick’s and Syrie Maugham’s country England. It’s soothing in the Caribbean heat of Lyford Clay and Playa Grande and chez the chicest of fashionista’s Yves Saint Laurent’s Moroccan bedrooms. In contemporary interiors scale-play and stripes complement each other. Green feels good. AND when you wake up…wouldn’t you feel good walking in here, no I am not green with envy. no really. (might re-upholster the chair – yes really).
Coffee with added spring-pep in the kitchen, or coffee coolly contemplative – green can do both.
I even rather like the idea of a green ceiling:
or a REALLY green window
and I definitely like the idea of a spring green mural….
might have to sit down and think about this.
However you style it. green works. which means springs coming home.
and right now I am at Ett Home (‘at home’ in Sweden) and the bar is calling – and guess what – my seats the GREEN one.
please see my pinterest board Spring Green
and remember green is great with accents of blue, yellow and neutrals, just like in the country.