The Wait

I cannot remember when the quasi-lockdown was put in place, nor can I remember when it was eased to allow travel within the same district. Confined within this tiny area, I have mostly been thinking about work and the future. I wrote some, researched some, and perhaps most importantly, I made a final decision on my grad school offers. Other than that, these past few weeks have been completely unremarkable, except for spring entering full swing. Below are some of the pictures I took during my many excursions to the forest (and our garden).

Snowdrops
Ibid.
Ibid.
Ibid.
Yellow crocuses 
Purple crocuses
My dog
Purple liverworts 
More of the same
More of the same
I'm not sure what this is called
Lichen
Thistles
Pansies
A gagea
More liverworts
Ibid.
Ibid.
A lungwort
More lungworts
More liverworts
My dog jumping
My dog sniffing
My dog facing me
More liverworts
Ibid.
Ibid.
My dog with flowers
The view of Beroun from fields to the east
My aunt's forsythia
The same
Violets
More violets
Different colour violets
A bush
More pansies
Squills
Easter egg decorations on a willow
The same
Pink blooms
Narcissi
More narcissi
Another narcissus
A teapot I painted during my spare time
The other side of the same teapot
A tree in full bloom
Violets
A log and a stump in the midst of liverworts
A wood anemone
A blooming bush
Tall conifers toppled by strong winds
Cowslips
Another gagea
A buttercup
Anemones and buttercups
More violets
My dog with liverworts
More liverworts
Ibid
Another blooming shrub
Some sort of fungus
More blooms
Another fungus on a birch
Another blooming twig

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