On Saturday we went round to the pond in the village to do some work for my daughter’s project (The Barley Hollow Project). On the way we stopped by the church wall to see if there were any snowdrops. There were some there as well as a few further down the road. So I hadContinue reading “Snowdrops”
Tag Archives: new year
Best of 2019
Happy New Year! I thought I’d have a look back at my most popular posts from 2019, even though I’ve not posted as much as I used to. I’ve used the WordPress stats page to see which posts had the most views, and here’s the top 10. Number 10: The Shires (and other animals) ofContinue reading “Best of 2019”
New year in the garden
I stepped outside with my camera. I hadn’t realised it had been so long – the last photos I took were on 11th November! There was not much to see in the garden but I found a few things to capture.
Looking Back and Looking Forward
As all WordPressers know, this is the time of year when you get an email from WordPress with a link to your ‘Annual Report’. You have the opportunity to post it on your blog, but it’s a bit dry and I’m not sure how interesting it is to other people! However it does tell meContinue reading “Looking Back and Looking Forward”
Happy New Year
2014 has arrived! And with it, it has brought more rain and wind and general greyness. So no fresh start for the weather in this brand new year – just a continuation of the damp and stormy winter that we’ve had so far. I don’t fancy venturing out with my camera today, but I didContinue reading “Happy New Year”
rush
lying in warm darkness the quiet is not so quiet the stream rushes louder tonight swollen by rain in my mind I see the white water pouring down from the hills crashing over stones splashing swooshing swirling and I might be swept along in the tumbling torrent swept with the twigs and the leaves theContinue reading “rush”
New year, new growth
In a rare dry spell, I ventured out into the garden looking for signs of new life and found a few buds 🙂
New Year
past hurts fade with the sand as it drains from the hourglass of the year choosing to let them go each memory freed to fly with the wind no more to dwell on those mistakes, heartbreaks, sadness and loneliness as midnight passes by hands and hearts held, looking to our future
