New-grown green
At the precocious signal of spring, I see new-grown green peeping all about. And isn't that a sweet scene, sitting...
Lichen like cracked lacquer
I imagine here the wetted orange lichen that grows flat on rocky surfaces, like tiny star-bursts of gold.
Something marvellous
This wonderfully apposite quotation by Joan Miró turned up in The Economist's Espresso newsletter, apparently anticipating by decades this moment...
The moon shone upon the water below
I liked this expansive moon-scape and the detail of Wordworth keeping his curtains open to see it.
'The...
Green-glowing fields
What a glorious image, enhanced by the animals trotting past - aggrieved camels I can envisage, but never thought of...
Butterflies of all colours
Dorothy Wordsworth's eye for details, and her care in noting them, are a wonder, allowing her to converse with people...
Frost-wrapped fields
Norfolk is a small Netherlands of flat land and soaring firmament, cloud-churned. My grandmother lived there for about a decade...
Like the lowing of a cow
Nature's hoarse summer voice? Wind shuffling leaves and crickets rubbing hands together? I like the metaphor, but nevertheless can't quite...
The book of life
'A million species of animals and plants are threatened with extinction. Three-quarters of the world's land and two-thirds of its...
All parts are one
A lovely comment on interconnectedness. I had fun choosing the image and hope you like its gentle irreverence.
'All parts...
Trick or miracle?
I love the idea of trusting in Nature, but have to wonder whether it is capable of such apparently conscious...
Of bitterns and beaks
A moss stalk and seed likened to a bird and beak. Lovely.
'Over and under and past boulders of granite,...
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