Tuesday 27 May 2014
Saturday 24 May 2014
No matter what the weather, there is always something beautiful to be found in a garden.
The purpose of miracles is to teach us to see the miraculous everywhere.
St Augustine of Hippo.
Thursday 22 May 2014
The weather is changeable. I can hear thunder as I type and the sky is black. It would seem we are in for another downpour.
Hopefully the clematis blooms will survive.
Monday 19 May 2014
Every blade has its angel that bends over it and whispers 'Grow, grow'
From the Talmud (6th century)
Saturday 17 May 2014
The warm weather is set to last for the next few days. I hope the sun is shining on you, wherever you are :)
Wednesday 14 May 2014
The sun is shining.........the birds are singing.............it is going to be a beautiful day.
Out in the fields
Together with the birds,
I will be surrounded with mist.
Saturday 10 May 2014
Extract from Sweetness and light by Hattie Ellis:-
The bee existed long before man; without bees, the planet and its inhabitants would soon begin to die. This small insect, with a collective significance so much greater than its individual size, can carry us through past and present to tell us more about ourselves than any other living creature.
Bless the bees..................
Wednesday 7 May 2014
I open the window and take in the view. The breeze is warm on my face. I make a cup of lemon honey and ginger, take a quick shower and dress. Motivation is lacking.....................
I walk the garden, I do so love to see the Beech drop her leaves in Spring, ready for new growth. I do not clear these leaves......I don't know why....I just don't. They will be gone by Summer, either taken with the wind, or used beneath the ground by busy worms.
I walk back to the house.....Nella runs towards me full of anticipation.
With a twinge of guilt I tell her no walk today, perhaps tomorrow ............................
Monday 5 May 2014
While walking Nella one day I bumped into John, a local farmer. His face is weathered, his hair silver and he has the most beautiful Kentish accent. I could listen to John forever and a day....but back to the story. I was telling him about the pond.....at the end of our discussion I said I could not understand how it attracted so much wildlife with all the ponds in the area.
As he walked back along his drive he said "Well my dear, the local ponds are like taking a bath........your little pond is like going to the spa."
I walked away with a smile on my face.....what a charming old man he is :)