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.
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.
ReplyDeleteSpring is a very wonderful time of year! Sadly, the changing of seasons where I live is just from warm to hot.
ReplyDeletestunning photos....you just want to reach out and stroke that warm ginger head.
ReplyDeleteDarg an' cad sandweech...ees so fonny!
ReplyDeleteI absolutely love the photo of the cat under the dog. Such beautiful frienship between them.
ReplyDeleteGinger and black'n'white, and blue blue sky!
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I love your photos so much!
ReplyDeleteThis blog is magical and I enjoy coming to visit. Thanks for your hard work.