It’s been a rather bizarre month, hasn’t it? I know that’s a wild understatement, and that there are very many people out there struggling with awful things at this time, so I don’t in any way mean to make light of the situation in which we find ourselves. I’m an anxious person, and also someoneContinue reading “Strange Days”
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What a Difference A Day Makes
I took this photo last Friday. The sun was shining, bees were humming among the blossoms, and it felt as though Spring was finally on her way. What a difference a day makes. This was Saturday morning. Overnight an arctic blast had come through, the temperature dropping to a face-freezing minus one, snow falling. ItContinue reading “What a Difference A Day Makes”
Beltaine Fire and Butterfly Dreams
Today is May Day, or Beltaine in the old calendar, the first day of summer and the festival that falls halfway between the Spring Equinox and Summer Solstice. The garden is green and humming, the blossom almost gone, the promise of Summer’s warmth just over the horizon. Last night I dreamed of a purple butterflyContinue reading “Beltaine Fire and Butterfly Dreams”
Thursday Doors – Hippies on the Canal
As you may be aware from some of my earlier posts, in January I started a new job. I’m very lucky in that it’s close enough to walk to if I choose, and I can walk most of the way along a stretch of the Grand Union Canal, the longest canal in England. It’s aContinue reading “Thursday Doors – Hippies on the Canal”
Thursday Doors – Silves, Portugal
This lovely little door is set into a wall on an ancient street, directly across from a twelfth century cathedral that may have even earlier origins, in the town of Silves, Portugal. The street is sloping, as you can see from the line of the cobbles, and there is a view across red-tiled roofs toContinue reading “Thursday Doors – Silves, Portugal”
White Rabbits
The first day of February has blown in blustery and clear, hints of blue in the swirling grey clouds. Temperatures here have been unseasonably warm for some time, daffodils and snowdrops appearing much earlier than usual, yet today feels more like Spring than any other so far this year. Our neighbour’s tree, still holding aContinue reading “White Rabbits”
Helen Glynn Jones 