Archives for the month of: July, 2013

Sometimes you just have to wait, you catch a glimpse, grab the camera and he disappears over the roof. But the scent of Buddleia on a sunny day is just too enticing, the fragrant herbs too inviting! Then give it your best shot…

 

 

 

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Golden sunset

Stillness

Calm

Sunlit seas, ever changing, each night a new concert of light and shadow, colour and contrast.  Evensong to the closing day, a sonnet, a lullaby, the closing of the day bringing hope for the morrow.

 

Friday and finally the last skip has been uplifted much to the amusement of the driver. “Been here awhile then? That’s a first – never seen a landscaped one before!” So farewell rubble and weeds, hello new project.

Goodbye skip!

As I tossed the stones into the wheelbarrow a movement in the grass caught my eye; a little vole returning home after a repast under the bird feeder.  Alas, poor wee thing is homeless as his cosy nest is now exposed to the elements, but don’t be sad the garden is full of little holes and burrows as he follows the food around.

Homeless!

These stones are ancient, some are whinstone, others larva filled with a myriad of tiny pebbles, some stones are green with copper but this was a surprise.  An ordinary rock but as it was about to be dispatched to the barrow I noticed the shiny interior. Looks like an Agate but try as I might couldn’t find the other half.

Hidden beauty

There is beauty in everything around us if we would take the time to look

Soft percussive rain has fallen on thirsty flowers. Fragrant herbs perfume the morning garden. Water trickles gently over the mossy rocks, while insects seek shelter in unfurled petals or drink from droplets shining as diamonds.

We all leave fragments of ourselves as we pass through this earth.  I wonder who held these cups, used these plates? Who made these horseshoes,was it for a workhorse or a pony, did they work these fields?  What will you leave for others to find a hundred years from now?

past fragments

Old shoes

 

Californian poppy Butterfly bush  Bees love Gravel Root

A humid restless night; the moonlight bathed the garden in white light has opened to a cooler morning.The garden is busy  with the hum of insects and the flitting of butterfly wings. A mackerel sky hangs overhead promising  showers to fill the now empty brook.

little burn

The sultry night has opened to a cool morning;  thunder rolls over head, spears of light rend the sky, a gentle rain washes the parched earth. Seedlings have been moved to shelter, herbs and flowers gathered before the rains. Not a creature stirs from their hideaway unlike those braving the afternoon sun just yesterday…

Soldier beetle

Jewelled bugSummer bouquet