https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/articles/55JbpC7gKzMR623TF1bkj2j/brett-westwoods-guide-to-international-dawn-chorus-day Get into the Rhythm of International Dawn Chorus Day 2020 International Dawn Chorus Day is held on the first Sunday in May each year. The event is promoted by the Wildlife Trust and this is the perfect opportunity for nature lovers to gather at dawn in one of the scenic spots in the United Read more about Dawn chorus[…]
It’s early morning. The full moon beginning to wane. Peak summer energy dropping away. I love this garden, this little patch of paradise, with splashes of leftover flowers, pink, yellow, orange and white dapple the green foliage.I hear the wind and see it pushing through the high treesbut here on this sheltered terrace it barely Read more about Chill air and hibiscus flowers[…]
May, and the puffins are back. To land, the furious beating of their wings stops and they drop, plop sinkdown into the sea, Then bob back up to the surface afloat. I feel as if i am in that moment under the water. The pause of the Scorpio full moon waning feel the magic stirring in the darkness Rest into the dark moon Read more about Waning into the dark moon[…]
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The chance of humming – Rumi A man standing on two logs in a river. might do alright floating with the current. while humming in the now Though if one log is tied to a camel. who is heading south along the river at the same pace. all could still be well with the world. Read more about Floating downriver[…]
First sighting of morning dew and Birdsong has returned, Robins with their autumn chorus
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[…]