Furry mint flowers mint me at the doorThe Hydrangea and sunflowers are finishing. But there’s a bud on the new anemone. Deepest pink penstemon trumpets flank the steps. There’s a downpour of rain. Which leaves water gurgling long after in the drain and raindrops lined up across the top of each pane of glassthrough which Read more about Home[…]
White Shells crunching underfoot. The shellfish smells of the estuary. cockles and clams. a solitary egret. then a flock of swans landingHoney from the hive. riverside refreshment. Back to the hospital. along the boulevard of trees. leaves turning to autumn shades. Not a few already starting to gather at their feet.
dreams. Bronze Slow worm. hop flowers foxWood pigeon calling, calling me home Unpaved road. hidden reserveblue house farm. owl cam. sheep camouflaged ingolden fields. red sail passing. guiding us on. steps rising. onto the sea wall. Soft breeze cooling. flap of wings so close. skimming the surface of the dry yellow grasssmell of the seaweed Read more about Crouch Estuary[…]
Dragonflies and black-faced sheepan elusive grey legged goose rain comes. gentle at first land we’re undercover of the treesbut quickly it’s heavier. and we make for the wooden hides. Here we can sit shelteredsurrounded by the sights and sounds of nature’s intrigues Breathe, soften, release,And remember ourselves as a part of the universe expanding. Come Read more about Reservoir Days[…]
Swirling whirling clouds of past, present, future mixing and merging time. flowing back into an old place finding things I’d never seen before. Getting off the arterial roadsAnd beyond the back streetsthere’s golden fields.looking up above the houses. there are trees all around here. Just north a bit are some of the oldest oaks in Read more about Seeing the old with new eyes[…]
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The Peace of Wild Things” Written and read by Wendell BerryListen When despair for the world grows in meand I wake in the night at the least soundin fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,I go and lie down where the wood drakerests in his beauty on the water, and the great Read more about Tend to your own patch – Wendell Berry[…]
Here is midsummer. The time of purple and orange. Out of a Jurassic forest of foliage rise the polemonium spears. holding aloft their beautiful-blue purple flower clusters. While pink-purple rockets burst forth on the buddleia bush. And Orange hawkbit waft their devil’s paintbrushes highamong the tall spears of lucifers Crosimia and the low snaking tendrils Read more about Purple and Orange[…]