Pondering my Century! Pondering my century – we make the plantation early – echoes of history path the way,Familiar visions plucked from time’s perspective – as the sun heats up the day!With it wagons roll to tour the scenic route … Continue reading →
The Seed of Potential! The morning mists linger in the crevices – hiding the cleavage to the rolling hills, The skies of grey – drape a veil over the day – like the tale of a battle of wills! The … Continue reading →
The Warmest Welcome! Morning wakes in dampened greys – after a night of winter rain, Waking with the awakening – the dawning of yawns – going with the grain! Quiet is the journey lost in thought – taken to the … Continue reading →
The Following Morn! With the sky hanging low – dragging its grey mist veil – met with agreement all around, Going with the flow – a visit deferred – allowing the rainfall to soak into the ground! Up before the … Continue reading →
The Last of the Blackberries! The cheery morning vibe – it beckons to the scribe – warming a welcome to set up the day, Craving the energy of the outside air – where upon a motion it leads the way! … Continue reading →
The Gallery Entrance! The tint of a shadow – the morning grey – ushering in the welcome – this autumn day, The sun it drapes a tapestry – across the horizon – as we weave upon our way! The October … Continue reading →
A Squirrel’s Welcome! Standing to attention there’s a Squirrel’s welcome, Casually feasting on an Almond – admiring the view! Caught in the act – it runs for the cover of the Dogwood, While the morning sun shines in a sky … Continue reading →
Making an Entrance! We had a lie-in with the lazy Sun this morning – entering a lingering cloud of greys, A casual tinting of whitening – fading in its shading – for one of those monumental days! Provision packs a … Continue reading →
The Echoes of History! Warming is the glory of the morning sun – surrounded by fields of shimmering gold, Curling the contours with the echo of journeys – where history it never grows old! Seasonal cycles – riding like bicycles … Continue reading →
The Roundhouse Bones! We are kindly delivered by Mrs Glen – following the ribbon that weaves her day, We alighted in the layby – gathering our things and waving her on her way! We capture the silence of the dry … Continue reading →
