What draws the crowds to the Lake District? If you’ve ever been there you’ll know. But leave the car and the tourists and start climbing into the fells. You’ll soon find yourself alone walking where Wordsworth walked and sharing his thoughts so beautifully expressed in his poetry.
Keats’ ‘gathering swallows twittering in the skies‘ have gone and last week I heard the plaintive call of a chiff chaff, a sign that other migrants are on their way back south, to warmer climes. We’re left alone to contemplate with the sad autumnal song of ‘the redbreast whistling from a garden croft’. We feel we’ve been watching summer’s ‘soft dying day‘. Continue reading “Michaelmas – angels unawares”
The landscape has turned from green to the gold of harvest and ‘barbarous in beauty’ reveals glories unnoticed before, bringing forth one man’s rapturous response. Continue reading “Harvest Rapture”
The late summer sunshine, with its ‘gold complexion’ un-dimmed, is causing my front garden to positively ‘sizzle’ in a blaze of glory just now. Come and see.
Continue reading “A Blaze of Glory”
We remind ourselves that Britain is still a maritime nation, a favoured land, ‘This sceptred isle….This precious stone set in the silver sea’.
Like Alice’s Wonderland bottle labelled ‘Drink me’, this inviting style seems to say ‘Step over me and explore’. Beyond, off the beaten track, adventure beckons.
Graceful ancient trees like these are part of our nation and culture. They’re a reminder of that ‘tree-delighted Eden’ (C.S.Lewis’s phrase) that lies in the back of our collective memories. They’re living histories, with a story to tell written into their annual growth rings. Continue reading “Treasure our Trees”