And the last one – Nine swans in a lineflying north from orchard to riverin a fanfare of white wings
Missed two, what with birthday shenanigans and all, but here goes for the last two: After each frost the winter jasmineputs out new candles of yellow flower.
Lovely grand-daughter came over yesterday dressed as Snow-White, to help me open my birthday cards. I was immensely proud to see she had signed hersherself – it included a Peppa Pig badge, which I will be wearing! Then she said “You need a cake. You can’t make your own birthday cake, I have to make… Read More »
This is the view out over the Carse from the castle. I was trying to get our abbey in, but I don’t think you can make it out. I think it was new year when I took this picture, but not much has changed since then, although the snow has gone from all but the… Read More »
Pink orchid flowerstethered to a bare dry stem.
Crocus stems between autumn’s leaves still lying
A guitar that sings like a saxa voice that plays like a cello. Richard Thompson rocks, frankly!
Against a brightening skya grimy thumb-print of cloudsmudged along the top of the hill.
First day after the frost.The gardeners are out already.
Starlings hang out on high branches of the beech treetalking of moving onfeeling the tug of north.