Green shoots of recovery

Lots of fresh green shoots on the back lawn after the recent heavy rain, one of our oak trees being very prone to new shoots like this breaking off at their start point. Sometimes, like the year before last, there is a lot of this later in the year, in August and September, when one might have thought the new shoots would have hardened off a bit.

Must have been getting a bit maudlin after the rain, as the first thought was of all the waste after all that prodigious growth out of the ripe, swollen buds. Maybe the sort of thing that D. H. Lawrence might have gone on about in one of his riper moments, perhaps in 'Women in Love', when Rupert and Ursula go on one of their nature rambles.

PS: looking at the published post, the snap has captured something of the freshness of the fallen leaves, but nothing of their fragility. The way that they quickly wither and curl up.