
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.
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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.
Continue reading “Tadpoles, Tulips and a Kingfisher”Spring’s ephemeral but exquisite beauty inspired many of Gerard Manley Hopkins’ poems and his Journal. In his own words this wonderful season is ‘all in a rush with richness‘.
Continue reading “Gerard Manley Hopkins in Spring”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‘.
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