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Easter Monday and the sun shone as if to reassure after the rain-drenched Sunday, that sunshine follows rain, joy after despair, laughter after tears…

Catching the sight of the yellow daisies beneath the still bare trees, they just appealed for closer inspection…

Interspersed with bluebells, wild garlic, dog mercury, small comfrey and the fading daffodils; I couldn’t help but stand mesmerised , watching the flowers sway in the morning breeze. We love visiting Culzean, and this was really my first foray into the world for several weeks (apart from hospital visits – they don’t count!) 🙂

Overhead, the birds sang in a loud cacophony of song. The sweet, musty smell of the damp woodland, soft earth underfoot; we can walk wordlessly among the trees, every sense alive. A flutter of bird wing, a flash of colour, a scent on the air, the sound of the sea, a rustle of leaf litter. Simple treasures, simply available, simply wondrous!

Thanks for stopping by today –  may you find pleasure in simple treasure today

 

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Each moment given, a precious gift…

Every sunset a beautiful ending.

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Thanks for stopping by today, sorry I haven’t been very active recently. Thank you for your kind words, and thank you to everyone who has recently followed, that’s 501 today!

Life just now is about recovery from surgery and beginning the next arduous treatments. Have some photos for some wordless posts, brain rather addled just now! 🙂

Don’t waste the sunsets – each is a perfect gift!

 Southerly Sunset - November

November sunset descends;

paints the sky with fire 

and frosts the frozen ground …

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That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see’st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away…
William Shakespeare (1564–1616)
Sonnet 73

We may be surrounded by trees, but nothing gives greater pleasure than a walk at Culzean (pronounced Cullane) Country Park. It was busy with many visitors causing my OH to remark that in the past we could have walked around the park and met very few people. Many of the great beeches that lined the roads have been felled to make way for new plantings as the estate continues to make improvement. We always head off into the woods, hoping to stumble upon the ‘Cat Gates’ and the beech avenue. We found them devoid of ivy and looking every bit as regal as usual, the scrubby undergrowth cleared from the surroundings but somehow losing something of their charm also.

October, flutters away with the falling leaves as November carpets the ground in a riot of autumn colours; the fungi wreath decaying branches. Fairy rings inscribed in the mossy ground. Curious Goldfinch settle on the nearby tree to observe the humans encroaching on their territory. Blackbird startles, the coal tits and chaffinch forage at the leaf axils for insects. A whistle calls a roving dog to heel and from the woods peels of laughter ring through the trees; a family enjoying the woodlands. Seems everyone is out enjoying a walk in the woods, watching the colours change and fall before winter consumes all…

Thanks for stopping by today – enjoy the changing season and a new month!

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“…Let it come, as it will, and don’t   
be afraid. God does not leave us   
comfortless, so let evening come.”
Jane Kenyon
Collected Poems, 2005
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Sunset is the opening music of the night.     

Mehmet Murat ildan

Goodnight!

Sunset

A sunset never repeats itself. 

Each evening is a brand new stage set of light, movement, sound.

Take time to savour every performance –

it’s free…

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July fled before I could blink, August opened in sunshine and hope, now comes the rain, watering the thirsty ground. But how I long for summers warmth…

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