sweet...

The smell of damp earth 

underneath trees

mingles with honeysuckle and 

wild roses

life tastes 
sweet

 

blackbird fly, blackbird fly...

“I value my garden more for being full of blackbirds than of cherries, and very frankly give them fruit for their songs.” 

Joseph Addison

'Morning has broken Like the first morning, Blackbird has spoken Like the first bird.'

'All your life

You were only waiting for this moment to arise'

“The wild Bee reels from bough to bough With his furry coat and his gauzy wing, Now in a lily cup, and now Setting a jacinth bell a-swing, In his wandering.”
Oscar Wilde 

After the rain...

 Hello again! 

Here's something I wrote earlier today when I was sitting on my bench, enjoying the sunshine for a few moments...

After the rain...

Summertime rain brings flowers

 and life

To once parched and barren

ground.

Gardens are alive

With a blaze of colour

Lifting spirits high...

Sitting for a while

I soak it all up

With gratitude and

 love.

Refreshed and 

renewed

Tranquility returns.

What was lost

Is found.

(24th June 2011)