Playing with shadows in the woods
A bench beneath a ruined tree
Ruined yet proud against the canopy
A sculpted leaf adorns a bench
And water gleams beneath the trees
Delight in a child’s painted aqueduct
While a curious hedgehog looks on
A moth alights on curling brown
Autumn leaves, brilliant in the shade
Leaf shadows gently caressing a tree
A nostalgic look at Autumn because I shan’t be here for most of it. Nice to remember it at its best, in dappled sun and shade (and each with six words, if you run the gallery). Dawn is sharing Festival of Leaves if you’d like to join in.
‘Good morning, leaf’ says Mr. Caterpillar
And the leaves blush and nod
Next week I’m off to the Algarve again, for quite a long spell this time. I won’t be posting for a little while as I shall be without Internet. Sighs with relief! I have one more walk for you on Monday. Have a great weekend, and a wonderful Autumn, and I’ll be back when I can.
Meantime, Debbie is sharing some superb photos of Vietnam. Join her for Six Word Saturday?
Do you have a cartoon hero?
I was passing our local art gallery the other day and chanced to look inside. An exhibition of cartoon illustrations lured me in and took me all the way back to my childhood. There’s something so captivating about cartoons, whatever your age.
Rupert was my absolute favourite as a child and the highlight of my Christmas was a Rupert annual. I was so pleased to find this video to share.
Wishing you a happy Saturday. Don’t forget to share six words with Debbie.
Out on the wiley, windy moors…
We’d roll and fall in green
I couldn’t resist one more romp on the moors before the heather lost it’s glow. It was a day of low cloud and mist as we clambered up the hillside, startling sheep. A long pause on the tops, to get our breath back, and on past the boulders.
Then plunging back down… and up again! Alarm bells sounded when I saw the ford sign. Would the water be high? But I needn’t have worried.
The last slog back up the hill, though, was almost a step too far. Good thing I was surrounded by beauty, somewhere along the Esk Valley Way.
Hope you fill your Saturday with beauty. Debbie usually does! Why not go and join her with six words?
Another Saturday ballroom blitz of beauty!
That first photo has a special significance for me. It brings back memories of ‘home’ and my mother’s garden. Mam loved her roses and took great pride in her ‘Blue Moon’ and ‘Picadilly’. They were planted in squares between concrete slabs. Not the most elegant of arrangements, but husband Joe was a ‘veg’ man. The bulk of the garden was given over to his onions and king size cabbages, and a small greenhouse that produced more than its share of tomatoes. One concession Joe did make was to chrysanthemums and dahlias. I don’t know why they appealed so much. I haven’t seen a plum and white ‘pom-pom’ dahlia like this one for the longest time! And then those rain-ravaged ones.
My friend Sue has a bit of a penchant for roses of the tattered and torn variety, so I’ve been keeping an eye on these on my hearth. They’re not quite dejected enough for Sue yet! The wild ones are lovely too, aren’t they?
That’s my Seven for this week. Eek- 9 more to go till the end of September! Blame Becky for starting us off with Square in September. I’m sure she won’t mind this week’s ‘rebel’. The Boston Ivy climbing my wall is telling me Autumn’s well on it’s way.
Happy Saturday to you all! Don’t forget to pop along and share six words with Debbie.
Seven on Saturday, or just six?
The last one’s a bit of a tease but I know you like cake! I glean my flower shots from all sorts of places- our own garden, the odd bouquet, and often from Open Gardens on a Sunday afternoon. One Sunday there was a raffle for the cake above. I didn’t win, but I got the shot.
The current extravaganza of flowers is Becky’s fault. She started me off with Square in September, I responded with 7 , and now I can’t seem to stop! Join in, if you like, but don’t forget to share six words with Debbie. And have a great weekend!
The night the lights went out!
Fortunately we had a candle or two. After we’d opened the wine and found batteries for the old radio, I started to play.
Isn’t candlelight pretty? Wishing you all a great weekend. Which 6 words will you be sharing with Debbie?
Dilly dally in the Welsh Borders
Heading home from Shropshire, we had a little time to kill before Stokesay Castle opened for the day. What else to do but dilly dally? I’m not entirely certain where the Welsh borders begin and end, but heading west from Church Stretton we can’t have been far away. I was delighted with colourful and quirky Bishop’s Castle, a centre for arts and crafts, and just one and a half miles from the border. I did go looking for the castle, built in 1087, but discovered afterwards that when it deteriorated in the 1700s it was flattened to make a bowling green!
I was luckier in tiny Clun where the ruins of a Norman castle still linger soulfully on a hill, only disturbed from slumber when the May fair comes to town. Clun was on the site of the historic drove road, where flocks and herds were driven from Wales to the markets of the Midlands and London. It amused me to find that at the time of the Norman Conquest, Clun formed part of the lands of Eadric the Wild. His wildness did him no good because his lands were confiscated when he led a revolt against King William 1.
To reach the castle we crossed over the 14th century packhorse bridge, and then on to lovely Stokesay. The ochre-coloured buildings are joyful, aren’t they? I hope you have a happy weekend, full of warmth and colour, but first, steer clear of troubled waters with Debbie. Share six words?