The house is built from grey granite, lovely in sunshine but perhaps a little foreboding on a grey winter day.
But there are always fresh sights opening up.
They have a large variety of daffodils, some very old with wonderful fragrance.
Plenty more spring flowers.
And I don’t know how many favourite flowers a girl is allowed, but these are some of mine.
I only had time to see a small part of the beautiful gardens at Cotehele, so I must go back later in the year. Perhaps then I’ll take a woodland walk to the river bank.
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Forget me not
Your tiny blue stars
fresh delivered from heaven
I’m delighted to see the Sharon has written a Thursday Haiku, of course she’s not lazy but her haiku is lovely, http://newpillowbook.wordpress.com/2014/03/20/thursday-haiku-march-20-2014/
You may wonder why you’re carried
to a distant tropical shore
by fragrance like sweet coconut
rising golden over moors
from January til December
turn a woodland path
and you’ll know its kissing season
as you’re sure to see some gorse
but be careful where you romance
because if you are untrue
her flowers hide a secret
the most capricious thorns
It’s been hard to go and take photos recently. Relentless rain and gales, flooded roads, high tides and fallen trees have kept the gypsy indoors. Yesterday lunchtime at work the sun came out, so I grabbed my coat and went to feel it on my face!
Even so, signs of spring were hard to find.
Signs of Spring
A thousand buds are waiting
to burst with golden pride
beneath tender hawthorn
it’s zenith months away
but first to bloom are snowdrops
a promise rising from the underworld
but now stop wait
don’t miss Mahonia’s fragrance
it will make your senses sway
This post is for Bastet’s ‘Signs of Spring’ challenge, perhaps you ‘d like to join in? http://wedrinkbecausewerepoets.com/2014/02/17/bastets-pixelventures-february-18th-2014/
Just because it’s been a long Monday at work
because it’s no longer January
because in twenty four days it will be March
because I’m not walking to and from work in the dark
because the days are getting longer
and that means spring
and that means summer
and that means the colour, form and fragrance
of flowers and butterflies
bees and damselflies
because of all these things
I’m bringing you . . .
Pictures from a few years ago taken at a popular TV gardeners home plot, deep in the heart of Devon. I expect it’s changed since then, but it will still be lovely, relaxed and packed with variety. The clue is in the initials, if you visit she may even be there pottering.
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Ailsa wants us to show some delicate images this week. Today I went to the National Trust Estate at Killerton and there was a surprising number of flowers to see for November. What struck me most of all were the seed heads, they look so delicate don’t they?
Of course the truth is they are little power houses. Light as air, brittle, dry, usually dull brown colours, but each one unique. They have perfect timing, just at the very best moment they will catch a breeze or a raindrop and then fall. Next years potential flowers will work their way into the soil and lie dormant until conditions are right and then the brown will send forth fresh green growth.