The sun shines warm though the wind is cold.
On top of the hill we walk together while a great buzzard wheels and mews then hangs on the edge of the wind. I wish for wings.
The rock is becoming a stage for flowers. Foxgloves grow tall and bees dip in and out of their speckled purple cups.
Stars of purple-blue squil still hold a reminder of spring. Soon the cuckoo will be quiet again, then away for another year. For now the sky is stitched with a pattern of swifts in flight. We sit on the cusp of summer.
7 comments:
Foxgloves, bracken, gorse -- I can almost smell the fresh, windy air. As for that golden ear, it needs a kiss, if it wouldn't be too undignified for him -- perhaps a scratch of the golden cheek instead.
Spring is a very wonderful time of year! Sadly, the changing of seasons where I live is just from warm to hot.
stunning photos....you just want to reach out and stroke that warm ginger head.
Darg an' cad sandweech...ees so fonny!
I absolutely love the photo of the cat under the dog. Such beautiful frienship between them.
Ginger and black'n'white, and blue blue sky!
delicious.
I love your photos so much!
This blog is magical and I enjoy coming to visit. Thanks for your hard work.
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