Tag Archives: Nature

The Young Yew

In benign spring sunshine the field waits, as all fields are waiting, for the burst of bud and spurt of blade to finally wake after the long winter. Dotted about are signs of scattered feed for vanished ponies. An abandoned bucket, its garish … Continue reading →

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…in mind of Maya Angelou

I looked out of the window this afternoon at a leaden sky and was immediately reminded of the first lines of Maya Angelou’s poem ‘Greyday’… ‘The day hangs heavy Loose and grey…’ …and the afternoon did indeed feel loose and … Continue reading →

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