Sun-stored summers
Tarka and other otters barely survive a particularly harsh winter, and this idea of the summer being stored away in...
Bee-buzzing hours
Golding discovers ancient graffitti carved in the rocks of a Greek island, by long gone lovers. Wishing you, as we...
Summer’s end
Just as you sense a sadness at the departing summer, the arrival of Goldmund brings a great waft of warm...
A long day’s night
As the month of June stretches to a close, I wanted to share this, an image of the day staying...
Big, beneficient rain
We could do with some of this kind of rain, tumbling tears, big-dropped, spillingly abundant but not surgingly so. This...
Birthday blooms
Summer arrived just in time for its own birthday this year, but what a flurry of colour and bursting of...
No summer is long enough
Referring to the Arctic, where the summers are short and the winters long, this rueful statement made me think about...
Of sunlight and apricots
George Eliot refers here to the joy of childhood which we often don't remember consciously, though it is woven into...
Like the lowing of a cow
Nature's hoarse summer voice? Â Wind shuffling leaves and crickets rubbing hands together? Â I like the metaphor, but nevertheless can't quite...
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