Last evening’s subdued sunset followed a productive day in the garden. Clearing lots of debris from under the trees, finding yet more piles of old roof slates (already earmarked for a landscaping project), fetching wheelbarrow loads of humus from the old out building only to find it was actually ash – the remains of blacksmithing fires?  Unearthing old tools, ancient jars; if only the past could speak, what would it say to us?  

Sunset Nocturn

Ancient Stones

Past Detail