Some mindful moments of a winter day lit up by glorious sunshine. As the sun sets, a stillness rests over our village. We end our day with Wordsworth for a cottage fireside evening.
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Continue reading “The Wonder of Wild Woods”A few steps into the wild wood switched my expectancy. Its silence, which was really the amalgamated sound of its murmurings and snapping, instantly transformed me from adventurer to contemplative. Woods are places to get lost in the books used to say to children.
Ronald Blythe
September 21st and into Autumn. It would not be complete without John Keats’s Ode. True to form our garden is into some mellow fruitfulness.
Continue reading “Into Autumn with John Keats”The wildlife pond awakes with frogspawn and tadpoles. The garden has been decorated by tulips and we have a surprise local kingfisher.
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A Listening Heart 