Tag Archives: wild flowers

Grass

They cut the grass on the Common yesterday. The air was full of Nature’s perfumed pain. A small patch of beauty was intentionally by-passed by the sensitive heart of the mower-driver. I felt a sense of hope and belief.

Daffodils

Yesterday, in the soft rain, I walked over to where we park our car. The sky and everything else seemed so grey – all a bit depressing. Then I saw them, pressed up against the trunk of a tree, a glorious clump of Daffodils. As I looked at them I was ushered into my day with a new sense of joy and vigour, and my mind turned to one of my favourite poets:

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;

 

Prickly People

Took this image along the road on my walk yesterday. Reminded me of those prickly people you have to handle with kit-gloves, like us sometimes.