Friday, 24 June 2011
The Study
There is a weeping willow struggling manfully (or womanfully) to grow in its bed of river stones. One day, its roots will reach the water table and it will turn into a magnificent tree.
Isn't it amazing what a difference the sun makes? The wooden bridge is dry
and inviting instead of wet and slippery. Over the river I can see the grassy
area that I made where we can sit quietly with the dogs. I can see the new cooking apple tree that I planted three years ago and the tiny eater called Katy.
By the fence separating this area from our field is the silver birch that we rescued from the forge chimney, growing well. I can see the field gate and a tiny bit of the road which is very quiet today.
Looking out at the colourful flowers, my favourites are the foxgloves, I feel sort of happy and content. There are different ways of being rich.
Thursday, 23 June 2011
Honeysuckle
This is the model of Sunbeam that I had.
Friday, 3 June 2011
This is our river in a good mood!
Jack Knife.
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