The Haze of the Harvest!
The Haze of the Harvest! We wandered in – on the haze of harvest – the gift of welcome from the Sun, A sea of shining with its touch of gold – and so the blanket fields they run! Mother … Continue reading →
Category Archives: The Grove Diary
Dressing Up Day!
Dressing Up Day! The showers ponder high – sailing clustered clouds – our company takes its turn, With the gather of footsteps we hug with the verge – for the herald of return! Passing the burrows we climb for the … Continue reading →
High Noon until Sundown!
High Noon until Sundown! The Sun takes to shining above high noon – against an azure blue sky, While the greys and purples of clotted cotton clouds – blow upon their bye! The House Martins weave their random patterns – … Continue reading →
The Sun it Oversleeps!
The Sun it Oversleeps! Mottled is the sky in a laid back patchwork – the Sun it oversleeps, The Songbirds take their hush – to a chorus of Dove calls – the comfort that it keeps! The wheat fields ripen … Continue reading →
Drumanawen!
Drumanawen! The rain runs dry as we make our entrance – an ensemble for Solstice eve, Stretching from the east to the south a rainbow – that never seems to leave! Building a flame at the heart of the roundhouse … Continue reading →
Mission Complete!
Mission Complete! And so we find our morning as we find our feet – awash with morning Sun, Stride for stride and with a peel of laughter – the journey has begun! The Cow Parsley lines the verges in drifts … Continue reading →
The Blackbirds Return!
The Blackbirds Return! Busy are the nest builders – picking up their threads – with blue sky from wall to wall, Ring-neck Doves gather their dry grass and moss – while the songbirds sing their call! House Martin’s crisscross above … Continue reading →
Hammer Blow!
Hammer Blow! With the rising of the Buzzard – I weave the morning through my day, Welcomed by the tide of yellow glory – wrapping around the hills that roll away! Greeted by the squeaks and the creaks of Hawthorn … Continue reading →
The Winds of Beltane!
The Winds of Beltane! The rain in few to lots – of spits and spots – a welcome through the gate, The drips and drops – the starts and stops – are better earlier than late! There’s a forceful breeze … Continue reading →
Beautiful is this April morning!
Beautiful is this April morning! Beautiful is this April morning – bathed within the shining of the Sun, With the vibrant yellow of the oil seed rape – as it reaches along its run, The Doves – Pheasants – Crows … Continue reading →