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A poor old Widow in her weeds
Sowed her garden with wild-flower seeds;
Not too shallow, and not too deep,
And down came April — drip — drip — drip.
Up shone May, like gold, and soon
Green as an arbour grew leafy June.
And now all summer she sits and sews
Where willow herb, comfrey, bugloss blows,
Teasle and pansy, meadowsweet,
Campion, toadflax, and rough hawksbit…

Peacock Pie

Walter de la Mare (1873 – 1956)

The still, cool evening beckoned, with camera in hand, was enthralled at the simple beauty of the developing seeds and flower heads. Still struggling to frame shots when using macro but must “keep on, keeping on”…

Thanks for stopping by today;hope you have time to be enthralled by the little things we so often overlook!

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Looks idyllic - but you can't see the wind!

Who opened the portal to June

and let this fearsome wind blow in?

Premature fall

Twisting and whipping the tremulous pines;

bending the boughs, tearing the leaflets

before they can feel the warmth of a morning…

petals in the wind

Tugging pale blossoms, tossed like confetti

washed by the rain, floating in rivulets…

Hanging on regardless

Hold fast my sisters, the summer is coming,

the May in flower, the roses a-budding.

We will not give in to the wind or the weather;

Step forward, my daughters, prepare for the summer!

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Seems summer is coming, just not yet. The soil temperature has fallen to 40º Fahrenheit (on my antique soil thermometer) and that’s just over 4º Celsius! The trees are in full leaf and being buffeted by the strong winds – it’s June – and it’s cold. Seems like I’ll never put the winter woollies away; the girls are sheltering in the shed along with the robins and blackbirds, just as the nestling start to fledge. Here comes the rain again…

June bids Goodnight