The ephemeral, fickle life taught by a country childhood those daffodils on a frosty morn...
Imagine living on an island,it would be fascinating, living off the natural resources, ...
I look after them,they were aquired through a good friend, I water them ever other day,but I spray...
Theres a solitary song bird sitting on my hawthorn tree, it is feasting on some mistletoe and singing...
She flutters around the cherry blossom trees Flipping and a’flapping chasing yellow striped honey...
Its all going on amidst the forest floor Scattered leaves strewn everywhere Dropping,...
Within wonderful weavements intertwined and interlaced Crisscrossed convoluted connections...
She moves with some uncertainty blowing out her breeze Her cheeks are bloated and bulging as she...
So sad is the second when the swallow flies away saying thank you Britain but the Sun has ceased it’s...
They are there in the morning as I look up to the skies, with the colourful clouds on an early sunrise . I...
The earth is born out of mist man is born out of dust animals appear on mountain ...
Dark brown runs the rolling river rapidly rushing towards the sea, silver Salmon swoop and skim swimmingly...
Bumbling buzzes betwixt breaths of breeze rustling riches beneath thy tall oak trees
Treasured...
Oh but it’s only just January tho it is jollying along as I am encouraged from a chirping chaffinch...
I have a home amongst the fruit trees, the tall old pear, below it remains a small plum encased with...
