After a very cold night we wake to a crisp winter morning of frosted grass with the bright sun rising over the house tops. This is ‘day’s most sacred hour‘, full of the ‘innocence of a new born day‘.
Continue reading “Is This the Song of Spring?”
Earlier in November on a peaceful day by the Arun river, autumn's beautiful, but fading, embers warm us with their season of contentment and mellow wisdom. Advent hope is in the air.Continue reading “November’s Embers”
England’s lost Wildflower Meadows are back! Nostalgic dreams of elysian meadow fields are becoming real as Coronation Meadows spread and mini- meadows appear in gardens everywhere.
Continue reading “The Meadow Makers”
These are my favourite woods beside the river Arun. Last year we came here with ‘A Spring day with John Clare‘. This time I’m out with John Keats and seeing this familiar landscape through his eyes.
Continue reading “May’s Magnificence with John Keats”
A Listening Heart 