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This sky I know,

in pallid evening hue…

Home skies

Muted grey and gold,

as softly falls the sun

Homely Mountains

Behind the craggy mountains,

stark against the sky…

Golden Path

The road home, paved with gold

the evening breeze, a sigh…

 whispers “HOME”

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Kick off your shoes and hum – you’re home!

Arran on a frosty morn

“How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains”

John Muir

One of the most beautiful books I have read was “The Garden of Evening Mists by Tan Twang Eng, invoking the art of Japanese gardening, the back drop to recovering a painful past.

As I stand in my half-acre garden, with its views over the Firth of Clyde, a back drop of beech trees and stand of pines, I feel they need included in the design. I love the idea of Shakkei-“borrowed landscape” – studying the landscape to take advantage of all favourable aspects.

Various gifts of plants  are still waiting to find their final setting; as I dig I find myself looking around for a suitable area, bearing in mind the fierce winds, frost hollows and the lie of the land sloping as it does to the north east…Sunset skyscape As the sun journeys north the dying rays reach deeper into the garden, filling the far corners. The sound of water; from a gentle chatter to wild roar, or of the wind whispering in the leaves to the howling gale. The texture and fragrance of the plantings; music of bird song. Sometimes I feel overwhelmed by the enormity of the task…

Evening rains at sea

The changing light and shade over the land; our belligerent Scottish weather, from thunderous rain to soft drizzle. Hot sunny days to frost all within twenty four hours! The glorious night sky when the moon pours a lullaby over the silvered garden opening to frosted morn…Visited by frost...

In the shadowed garden

scattered moonlight,

bestows a silvered tracery.

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5 o'clock  February

February, cold and crisp, beautiful sea and sky…

Working in a room at the back of the house, suddenly realised how dark it had become; I’d completely missed the sunset. Chickens had finally taken themselves to bed unaided. Hooray! A stillness had fallen upon us, no cars, no bikes, no tractors. Just the far lights of the small fishing boats, the comforting beam of the lighthouses and the fading light to the North. Bats skimmed the treetops; moths skipped over the flowers,visiting the Evening Primroses (Oenothera  biensis) and Night scented stocks.The bats fed on the moths – it’s a harsh world.

New to photography as I am to blogging; am amazed how good cameras are in lowlight situations. The “Moon Garden” I had hoped to plant became a mixed garden as there were not enough white plants to fill it; pity there was no moon last night…

Thunder Only Happens When its Raining...

A bitter wind blew, sending salt spray over the land. Children flying kites in the clear sky. Waves broke on the shore sending small rainbows into the air. In the sheltered woods, the new flowers unfurled from delicate whites to vibrant reds. Magnolia blossoms in pink and white, Lent lilies pale and delicate, bumble bees visited the Hellebore.The far Corbetts covered in Snow, the wind dropped and overnight the garden painted white with frost, Spring in Scotland; sun, sea and snow….