Tuesday, June 23, 2009

A new day

And the morning garden is full of the hush rush and whisper flutter of small birds' wings. Fledglings fill the trees and roses. Bluetit and greattit, robin and wren. Jackdaws make a string of jet black beads across the pale sky as they fly from their night roosts to their day time places. Crows caw and squabble even in flight and swallows are too few, but chatterful. Fat bees scent the garden as they push into the flowers stirring their perfume into morning air that is clear and clean. You can almost feel their gentle bee song. Roses open on a new day.

6 comments:

  1. Aren't you just THERE with the the smells the peacefulness, the sounds and sights.

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  2. I love the way the ambience of a garden changes through the hours of a day: the clean freshness of morning, the heady sunny scents of high noon, the shadowy peace of evening.

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  3. i believe these glimpses into the welsh countryside would make into extraordinary publications. perhaps one of photographs of the gingers with their comments.
    perhaps one of illustrations and the commentaries on evening walks.
    date books or coffee table books on "gingerness"....

    :}

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