Took this photo a couple of weeks ago. The dew drops look so much like Christmas tree baubles!
Took this photo a couple of weeks ago. The dew drops look so much like Christmas tree baubles!
Took a detour down a country lane in Wales to get away from the hoardes of caravans and motorcycles , to be rewarded with the most perfect sea of blue.
Just back from an amazing trip to Wales, where the weather was glorious and nature was in its finest colours.
Cee’s Black and White Photo Challenge this week is to show a black & white flower. Being a bit of a “colour- fiend” myself I struggled with this, until I came across this bright yellow dahlia, which worked quite well as a monochrome I hope.
Wooden soldiers
Tall and strong
Guarding woodlands
In rows so long.
Hard and fast
Taller than grass
Grown to last
of old, cut as a mast.
Reaching skyward
Surveying all around
Casting long shadows westward
Towering flora that abound.
New saplings now old
One story they have told
Deep roots make them bold
As branches unfold
Some older than man
Cast deep in the ground
Hid the old clan
Felt the wet nose of a hound.
Lovers lay beneath it’s branches
basking in the sun
Exhausted from their horizontal fun
Beads of sweat, down their bodies run.
Words of love trip off their tongue.
Tall and mighty
Bark textured rough
Their leaves small and flighty
Young children’s shoes did scuff
Catching their dreams
As they climb so high
Of rescuing maidens
From pirates near by.
With bows and not so straight arrows
They grin and they smile
As they aim at a sparrow
and miss by a mile.
From it’s branches they do swing
Hanging by a limb
Lot of noise, not muffled din.
Hot summer, time to swim.
Wooden soldiers
Tall and strong
Guarding woodlands
In rows so long.
Hard and fast
Taller than grass
Grown to last
of old, cut as a mast.
Reaching skyward
Surveying all around
Casting long shadows westward
Towering flora that abound.
New saplings now old
One story they have told
Deep roots make them bold
As branches unfold
Some older than man
Cast deep in the ground
Hid the old clan
Felt the wet nose of a hound.
Lovers lay beneath it’s branches
basking in the sun
Exhausted from their horizontal fun
Beads of sweat, down their bodies run.
Words of love trip off their tongue.
Tall and mighty
Bark textured rough
Their leaves small and flighty
Young children’s shoes did scuff
Catching their dreams
As they climb so high
Of rescuing maidens
From pirates near by.
With bows and not so straight arrows
They grin and they smile
As they aim at a sparrow
and miss by a mile.
From it’s branches they do swing
Hanging by a limb
Lot of noise, not muffled din.
Hot summer, time to swim.
Everyone likes birds. What wild creature is more accessible to our eyes and ears, as close to us and everyone in the world, as universal as a bird?
This week’s Photo challenge is “Inspiration”
My inspiration for this post comes from this quote from Iris Murdoch
“People from a planet with no flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time, to have such things among us”
Here is our entry for the Daily Post: Weekly Photo Challenge. The topic is Force of Nature
Here, in the south west of England, we are lucky not to have tremendous weather events. But we do get a lot of wind on the moors here. Trees that have been wind shaped since they started growing are a common sight on the moors and are evidence of the force of nature.. a more persistent and quieter force, but still effective.
This weeks’ Photo challenge is for punchy pops of Orange.
“All those who love Nature she loves in return, and will richly reward, not perhaps with the good things, as they are commonly called, but with the best things of this world-not with money and titles, horses and carriages, but with bright and happy thoughts, contentment and peace of mind.”
― John Lubbock
This week’s photo challenge from the Daily Post is “Reward”.