Di has been out again with her camera and is showing su how the countryside is changing so rapidly from Spring, here we are in early Summer. They are delightful and we have a sense of joining you on your walk through the lanes. Thank you Di!
Thanks James for this next one. I am late posting it - sorry! Beautiful bluebells!
A fine and subtle spirit dwells In every little flower, Each one its own sweet feeling breathes With more or less of power. There is a silent eloquence In every wild bluebell That fills my softened heart with bliss That words could never tell. Yet I recall not long ago A bright and sunny day, 'Twas when I led a toilsome life So many leagues away; That day along a sunny road All carelessly I strayed, Between two banks where smiling flowers Their varied hues displayed. Before me rose a lofty hill, Behind me lay the sea, My heart was not so heavy then As it was wont to be. Less harassed than at other times I saw the scene was fair, And spoke and laughed to those around, As if I knew no care. But when I looked upon the bank My wandering glances fell Upon a little trembling flower, A single sweet bluebell. Whence came that rising in my throat, That dimness in my eye? Why did those burning drops distil — Those bitter feelings rise? O, that lone flower recalled to me My happy childhood's hours When bluebells seemed like fairy gifts A prize among the flowers, Those sunny days of merriment When heart and soul were free, And when I dwelt with kindred hearts That loved and cared for me. I had not then mid heartless crowds To spend a thankless life In seeking after others' weal With anxious toil and strife. 'Sad wanderer, weep those blissful times That never may return!' The lovely floweret seemed to say, And thus it made me mourn. Anne Brontë
As you know I have been enjoying my Horse Chestnut tree in the garden, however the wind has really bashed it about. This year it only managed eleven candle flowers with their creamy pink petals and lovely perfume, so how many conkers do you think?
No-one has come back to me to identify the mystery tree. Does anyone know now? Here is another photo and now it is in full leaf with bunches of 'keys' to ripen.
To conclude today, some music - I hope you enjoy it. Laudate Dominum (Mozart) sung by the then 13 year old boy soprano, Norwegian, Aksel Rykkvin.
Thank you Rhian Beautiful pics from Di Not sure about your tree Will have a look in our tree book Laudate Dominum is our favourite Mozart piece We saw and heard Emma Kirkby singing it in Ewenny Priory years ago Gorgeous Was very moved by the Eyam tour How did that poor woman cope losing six children and her husband Puts into perspective our present lockdown experience x x