What draws the crowds to the Lake District? If you’ve ever been there you’ll know. But leave the car and the tourists and start climbing into the fells. You’ll soon find yourself alone walking where Wordsworth walked and sharing his thoughts so beautifully expressed in his poetry.
The ‘songs of spring’ are long gone. Now as we watch summer’s ‘soft-dying day’ we wait to welcome autumn’s music too. The season of Michaelmas reminds us of the work of ‘angels unawares’.
Continue reading “Michaelmas – angels unawares”
The landscape has turned from green to the gold of harvest and ‘barbarous in beauty’ reveals glories unnoticed before, bringing forth one man’s rapturous response. Continue reading “Harvest Rapture”
The late summer sunshine, with its ‘gold complexion’ un-dimmed, is causing my front garden to positively ‘sizzle’ in a blaze of glory just now. Come and see.
A Listening Heart 