Easter on Dartmoor

As the morning fills with the magical sound of church bells drifting over the village, Tilly and I send these wild daffodils out to all who have celebrated Easter today, or Passover recently, or any other seasonal festival marking the the moon's cycles and the change of the season.

''People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us,'' Iris Murdoch once said. The spring wildflower season has begun here in Devon and it does indeed fill me with joy.

Sadly, the sunrise Easter service usually held outdoors at the top of out hill is not taking place again this year due to Covid-19 restrictions. Here's a post about it from a previous year, titled "Morning has broken."

The little Tree Child sketch above is one of mine.