Blackthorn in the hedges, panic on the drawing board

The rate of change in the landscape this spring seems incredibly fast.  So fast, that my pencil and pen can barely keep up.  A few weeks ago, before the clocks changed, we enjoyed a trip down to the coast of Somerset, at the edge of the Quantocks.  Our journey from Bristol took us around the edge of the Mendips, still gripped by winter, and over the Levels, showing signs of spring.  Most striking was all the blossom on blackthorn (Prunus spinosa), contrasting nicely with lush new growth in the fields and the first bright green leaves of hawthorn.  White lambs gambolled across the meadows and swans patrolled the ditches between.  All so pleasing that I had to record in a sketch the essence of what I had seen.  With work committments and our madly hot weather, I have had barely time to finish the colouring as the blackthorn blossom, round here at least, is going past it's best.   Already the cherry blossom is out, amongst many other changes.  So much to see, draw and write about.  I may not be able to keep up.