At this time of year, my garden in the Gredos foothills makes me long for Kew, though I doubt very much that they have the same butterflies there.
(The Barrel Organ by Alfred Noyes can be read here.)
Category: village life
cherry white
Having mislaid the cable to connect my camera to the computer I find my blogging is somewhat hampered: it’s easy enough to find things to write about, but I don’t want to make the page all text.
Fortunately, the cherry trees were in blossom last year, the year before and the year before that, so I’ve cheated and found an old photo to illustrate this Housman poem which pretty much describes the countryside round here at the moment. Mind you, I don’t really expect to have another 50 years to “look at things in bloom”, so I’d better get a move on and go out and look at them this spring.
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early spring
After a few grey days in Madrid, I returned to the village to find that the almond trees had blossomed and the apricots are well on their way.
Two days ago, the sky really was that blue and it was too hot to have lunch on a terraza. Today dawned grey and damp and feels rather more like I’d expect for St David’s. I hope that honey bee has a nice warm hive to keep out of the wet.
wild violets
I’m pretty sure my mother doesn’t read my blog. Actually, I don’t think she knows what a blog is. Even so, this post is for her.
The photo was taken along the bridle path en route from the village. And it’s dedicated to my mother with gratitude that I didn’t inherit the family flower name.
juxtaposition
Palm fronds spike
at mountain peaks
blurred by clouds and snow.
don't confuse the narrator 