Tuesday Photo Challenge
This old stone farmhouse slop sink has found a new life as kitchen and bathroom for the local wildlife (and pondlife, if the water remains long enough).
Sonnet to Nature
O profound contentment nature brings
Each and every waking day
To wake and listen to the birds
Sing songs of vast array.
As morning dawns and chorus fades
To gentle bursts of song
To garden shed to pick up spades
For garden work I long.
Now robin’s spied a spade at hand
With eyes agog he’ll wait
For me to move it like a wand
Exposing worm and grub to fate.
To him – I magic up an easy meal
To me – this life of mine can seem surreal.
Textures of orchid
Shot from above
Grow wild like my garden
So cherishingly loved.
Today’s contribution to Tuesdays of Texture (de monte y mar).
By Day – It’s amazing how many times I have taken a shot through a window, knowing full well the quality of the shot could be pretty poor. But sometimes, that really doesn’t matter. It is a moment in life that just deserves more presence of attention and merits the joy of preserving it for a future date.
In the case of this song thrush, I had been listening to it singing away but couldn’t actually see where it was perched. As I passed the window, there it sat, bold as brass on the grass nonchalantly preening itself in the sunlight. I prayed it would still be there by the time I’d wrestled my camera out of its bag and it was and continued to bathe unperturbed much longer than I was prepared to stand stooped over the camera.
By Night – Drawn to the magnificent sky as I passed the window, I simply had to snap it. I loved the way the dark slanted window framed it all.
Now you may think I have totally lost the plot with an image of grass! But I was looking out of the window wondering whether I could bring myself to cut the grass – the first cut of the year.
It seemed sacrilege to ruin the beauty of the delicately fine new growth with its softness and fine young tips as it danced in the wind. It will never look this way again, well until next spring. Even the intensity of the lime green colour will have lost its edge (no pun intended) after the first cut.
But if it gets too long the mower will refuse to comply.
So I hit a compromise.
I left the most beautiful patches intact along with the clumps of wild flowers scattered all over the garden. I cannot bear to cut these down, they add such colour and beauty, the bees love them and smaller birds seem to find things to eat within them.
So there you have it – my Green Green Grass of Home lovingly appreciated once again, for my contribution to Tuesdays of Texture (de monte y mar), thanks Narami.