Wildflowers

The countryside is full of wildflowers, Dandelion, Wood Forget-me-nots, Daisies, Poppies and a myriad of others. Today I passed this field ablaze with Buttercups. It was a happy walk punctuated by scenes of beauty like this.

Trees

A short poem:

Trees

I think that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast.

Joyce Kilmer

Home From The Hill

Coming down from Bluebell Hill, on my way home. In the distance the first blinking lights of our village.

 

Fire and Ice

I’ve decided, during this time of uncertainty, to learn off by heart a short poem or fragment of a poem, every second day. Here’s today’s from Robert Frost’s  “Fire and Ice.”

Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I’ve tasted of desire

I hold with those who favour fire.

I must say I too prefer fire, but thinking about it – give me both.

A Sentinel

This dead tree always looks like a sentinel standing at the entrance of the barley fields. Whenever I pass it on my way to the woods on the right of this image, the old soldier in me wants to salute it. I love these fields which have produced crops and harvests year after year. They together with the skies of Kent give me a wonderful sense of spaciousness and freedom.

From my Sketchbook

The Boabab tree dots the African landscape. To the local peoples, these magnificent trees are seen to be retainers of the memories of the ancestors. There is a sanctity about them. Their branches always remind me of hundreds of fingers reaching out and trying to clutch the sky. I love sketching and drawing them.

Between Friends

The world between close friends takes on a life of its own. It’s a world where speech is often not needed and where nothing really has to be proved. Assumption and intuition flourish without sanction, and trust is never mentioned. A “knowing” permeates this special world.

What will the Harvest be?

The cycle of life goes on. They’ve just ploughed the fields and planted the seed behind our backgarden, and now await this year’s growth and coming harvest. I can’t help but wonder what the harvest will look like that comes out of the seed planting during these dark and confining times. Will Nature’s voice be heard? Will lessons be learnt and be built into a future beyond this frightening and challenging time? I sincerely hope so.

From My Sketchbook

A scene I sketched from the Namib desert in Namibia – Southern Africa. A strange and beautiful place. When the wind blows through these ragged trees it creates a peculiar, almost mournful whistling sound.

Overly Exuberant

Another shot of our visit to Scotney Castle. Loved this scene of the old castle. 

This morning I was in the presence of what I can only describe as an overly exuberant person. Being more on the introverted side of things, encounters like these test my patience. I can’t join in because of my sense of incongruence, and a deadened response to it is just plain bad manners. So I find myself, at times, in these rather uncomfortable and in-between places. Fortunately, over the years, I’ve mastered a subtle and measured form of enthusiasm, which I reserve specifically for these encounters. I applied it in this case and it served me well.