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Rhythmic rain beating on the old grey slates,

prising sleep wide open;

leaps from the roof in cold cascades,

rivulets of petals and leaf

tracing patterns on the garden.



Every sunset brings the promise of a new dawn.

 Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 – 1882)


Good night!

To the attentive eye, each moment of the year has its own beauty, and in the same field, it beholds, every hour, a picture which was never seen before, and which shall never be seen again.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature

Almost the end of May, just as the first delicate May blossoms unfurl. The garden has suddenly sprung to life, the mossy lawn now dotted with daisies and clover, trees still clad in new greens. Yet the plants nurtured in the greenhouse have stood still since planted out and cold dry weather persists. A welcome rain fell, soaked up by the dry ground.

The garden is filled with birds, Goldfinches eating the dandelion seeds, sparrows, song thrush, blackbird, robin, chaffinch and greenfinch and a splendid crow!

Hopefully with the opening of the the Hawthorn the weather will warm up fulling the old adage;

 Ne’r cast a clout till the may is oot

Happy gardening and thanks for stopping by today!

Another Bonny Sunset...

May Day and a bitter East wind blows the blossoms from the trees. Cherry boughs ripe with bloom, Beech in green garlands dance in silent symphony. From the wood the Partridge reaches a crescendo, a cacophonous calling beneath the low Larch boughs. Rain raps quietly on the slated roof; no maidens called to bathe in early dew. But the “darling buds of May”, not yet unfurled, wrapped tight in Hawthorn leaf, are pregnant with Autumn expectation. The grey garden filled with promise as bright flowers, jewels in the green sward, lift their faces, crowning the morning…

“Daughter of Heaven and Earth, coy Spring,
With sudden passion languishing,
Maketh all things softly smile,
Painteth pictures mile on mile,
Holds a cup with cowslip-wreaths,
Whence a smokeless incense breathes…”

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Welcome to all who have recently started following my post, it is a bit eclectic at times but generally it’s the unfolding story of a herb garden and the creatures who dwell in it. This morning a Bulfinch arrived in rosy garb and a Yellowhammer the colour of Gorse.

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