The melodious sound of birdsong filled the air, but another sound gently joined the chorus – the soft rasping of Bulrush leaves locked in playful duels with one another.
Just to say that I’m sorry about not visiting all the blogs I follow, and also for not posting any new posts. I haven’t been well for the last week or so, but am now well on my way to recovery. Look forward to re-connecting with you all.
I saw this wall at “The Friars” a Carmelite Priory. I loved the light and the scattered leaves, but the wall seemed a little intimidating. I was reminded of a section of Robert Frost’s poem, “Mending Wall.”
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.