It was fantastic to see this on moth today. Commonly, it is found only in the South of the country on sand dunes and heathland. Vipers buglos is a British native plant of coastal sand dunes. We collected seed down at Slapton Sands some years ago and it thrives on gravel and light sandy soilContinue reading “In the garden today”
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Sunday Morning
When the mist languishes down the pane in rivulets of tears, speckling the glass in glistening bubble chains; and the pendulous trees nod and bow in random motion against roar of the wind ;the spume of cloud moves across the sky in an unfurled carpet Of grey; and the moorland ridge is seemingly pellucid andContinue reading “Sunday Morning”
No such thing as bad weather
‘There’s no such thing as bad weather, just the wrong clothes’. A local saying and so true. Just back from a lovely walk across fields along a flat ridge. No view as such but the sun not far from view despite the rain intensifying by the minute. Shrouded whiteLike ships in full sailGalleons adriftTrees movingContinue reading “No such thing as bad weather”
Haiku – Scandi-style
Memories to keepBeautiful script from the heartSimplicity shines
The Keepers
Think of these as keepers,Closed ranksOn hidden secretsForm connotations of mystic meaningThreaded through time. The world withoutDark mystery withinWaiting;Questions surround;Clear purpose inside.What covert unionMaintains the recumbent secretUnscripted in ancient rocksFrom Welsh Pressili hills?Behemothic bluestoneHewn a hundred miles awayWith Neolithic tools-Rome wasn’t built in a day Or Pyramids by the Nile;Which age considered primitive?The stones won’tContinue reading “The Keepers”
Cairn
Sculptural artOr pile of rocksThe view aloft on mountain tops;To one just a ragged moundAnother a safety line is found;When lost in mist the drop is sparedBy the site of stones ahead impaired.One time with friendWe’d set off clearIntentions sharp, maps set No fear;We reached the ridge in record time And onward to the peakContinue reading “Cairn”
THEY ONLY KNOW MY NAME
THEY ONLY KNOW MY NAME My face is seen through eyes that do not see, Opinions or judgment, anger, or jealousy. They form their own truth, they make … THEY ONLY KNOW MY NAME This is by Keith Garrett poetry – so insightful
Anchors
An anchor holdsFast In a storm With strength imbued Taught and firm In calm Released The boat will drift What anchors us when things get hard?Or do we come adrift?
Starlight Memories
Gossamer threads Spun goldJoin heaven to earth;Whispered ethereal messages Across time And spaceChase conversations Across the skies;Echoes of thoseWho walk on distant shoresWho walk in parallelLight and freeIn time and space Tracing the stars.
Change within miles
How lucky we are to live between the moors and the sea. Sometimes we feel in a bubble of our own microclimate. A short drive and everything can be different. A strengthening windAnd unsettled sky Grey mist intermittent over the moorA short distance South To where land meets the sea Over the hill The seaContinue reading “Change within miles”
Ruth Partridge 