When I used the title “ways and worlds” for the last blog post, I had no intention of referencing Laurie Lee. And yet now that I’ve gone looking for his poem “Home from Abroad”, I find it begins,
Far-fetched with tales of other worlds and ways,
so it seems likely that I had that at the back of my mind.
I was looking for the poem today as I wanted to quote a line from it. And although I’ve quoted it here on the blog in the past, it was a good opportunity to re-read the whole poem. Continue reading “strawberries and cream”
It’s autumn, and the hedgerows are bright with berries. But there are other flashes of red, too, competing with the bryony, hips and haws.
This feathery tangle is Robin’s pincushion, which I found on the wild roses around the racecourse.
Continue reading “ruffled feathers”
It’s a bank holiday here in the UK, which means that – by my own rules- I should have written a blog post today. Sadly, though, I haven’t been feeling very inspired.
Rather than let myself down completely, I decided to look for a photograph to post.
Although, of course one photo isn’t enough, as I also need a header image. So, having found a rather lovely flame-coloured rose in full bloom, I had to find another picture to accompany it. The distant cousin – probably a dog rose though perhaps a sweet briar – seemed a reasonable choice, particularly as both pictures were taken within the last week.
Continue reading “the same but different”
The roses in the neighbour’s garden are bright despite the weather, which has not been kind to them this summer. There’s been far too much rain and wind after the recent short but intense heatwave.
Today it’s actually been so windy that the rain seemed to dry almost before it reached the ground. Yes, there has also been some sunshine, but it comes and goes and can’t be depended on.
Continue reading “old roses”
Wednesday was the 21st of June – the solstice and the start of summer. Which means today is the 24th – Midsummer’s Day and as good a time as any to post more photos of roses.
Continue reading “a rose is a rose is a rose”