Within a world where atoms part This golden glory, rich like silks Is accidental art Whose numbers are not seen Made beauty only by our minds With insubstantial form and
Category: nature
Birds of a FeatherBirds of a Feather
That the birds were there first means little to Ani. It is, as far as she is concerned, her garden and she decides who gets to play in it. Apart
Deepest NightDeepest Night
We are creatures of cycles; the smaller fitting within the increasingly larger. We may have little conception of the very largest, but the effects of that level of creation trickle
Marking the HorizonMarking the Horizon
Our garden is south-facing, which is lovely when the sun shines, as we benefit from its rays through most of the day. I’ve begun to write about the history of
Primitive Minds…Primitive Minds…
* “We will never know what they thought, what they were trying to achieve.” But we still have the sun set and the sun rise… Participate in only a few
All of ThemAll of Them
“Grandad,” said Jessica. “Can we have the Hoovid story, again?” Her hazel eyes, wise beyond their five years, twinkled at him. He put down the book of the forest, with
Fear and Love in the High Peak – part oneFear and Love in the High Peak – part one
It’s not the best of photo resolutions, but the above image says it all. Briony saluting the Derbyshire landscape in her own way at the end of three days of
The Cycle of LifeThe Cycle of Life
The approach of the autumn always makes me reflect on the nature of life; in particular the way the mysterious essence of life takes form and shape, ‘living’ for a