Wednesday, 18 September 2013

Having a Day Off ...

Having a day off. Sitting in Costas with a large  hazelnut mocha latte (skinny of course) and goats cheese panini.

Wednesday, 8 May 2013

Spring Greens ...



Green rain 

Into the scented woods we'll go 
And see the blackthorn swim in snow. 
High above, in the budding leaves, 
A brooding dove awakes and grieves; 
The glades with mingled music stir, 
And wildly laughs the woodpecker. 
When blackthorn petals pearl the breeze, 
There are the twisted hawthorn trees 
Thick-set with buds, as clear and pale 
As golden water or green hail-- 
As if a storm of rain had stood 
Enchanted in the thorny wood, 
And, hearing fairy voices call, 
Hung poised, forgetting how to fall 

Mary Webb, (25 March 1881 – 8 October 1927)

Jumping ...


video

Sarah jumping on Max at The Talland School of Equitation

Tuesday, 7 May 2013

Emperor ...

... moths (Saturnia pavonia), newly emerged. With a wingspan of approximately 80mm, the Emperor moth is one of the largest moths found in the UK. It has four very distinctive eye-markings, one on each wing, Emperor moths are the only UK members of the silk-moth family.


... taken last May when in the Caterpillar stage. The female Emperor moth lays her eggs within a few hours after mating. The eggs take about 10 days to hatch. The Emperor moth caterpillars, seen from May to August, are black and hairy when newly hatched. As they grow they change to green with yellow, pink or orange spots. Each spot is covered with short black hairs.


AMx

Lighter Than Air ....

... up, up ...


... and away ...

Sunday, 31 March 2013

Acoustic ....

.... beautiful music by English singer songwriter Ben Howard.

This is "Promise" from his debut album 'Every Kingdom'
It starts only with the sound of falling rain, but be patient and enjoy ...



"Promise"

And meet me there, bundles of flowers,
We wait through the hours of cold
Winter shall howl at the walls,
Tearing down doors of time.

Shelter as we go...

And promise me this:
You’ll wait for me only,
Scared of the lonely arms.

Surface, far below these words

And maybe, just maybe I’ll come home

Who am I, darling to you?
Who am I?
Gonna tell you stories of mine
Who am I?

Who am I, darling for you?
Who am I?
Gonna be a burden in time, lonely
Who am I, to you?

Who am I, darling for you?
Who am I?
Going to be a burden

Who am I, darling to you?
Who am I?

I come alone here
I come alone here

AMx

Saturday, 23 March 2013

Snowing ....

Almost Easter and it is snowing here in the UK - at least in my bit of it at any rate. So no White Christmas but maybe we can dream of a "White Easter"....


White Easter

Frozen feathers
Fall from leaden skies,
Trees like lace
Each tiny twig enrobed in white.
Birdsong hushed,
Our footfalls, muffled,
Tread with care
The icy pathways of the town.
Flowers dream, as we,
Of warmer days,
Sun dappled grass,
And hang their heads to wait awhile
Beneath the snow.

Amararti

AMx 

Friday, 22 March 2013

End of term ....

Lunch at Hodges


Happy days ...

AMx