I took these pictures a fortnight ago when the trees still had enough autumn leaves to gleam in the sun and when a thick jumper would be sure to become a hazard at some point during a walk. Storm Arwen blasting through has changed that. Continue reading “Life In Colour: Silhouettes of Trees”
Although the British don’t have a Thanksgiving holiday, I’ve been fortunate to have been invited to celebrations over the years and remember some of the treats that will be prepared for family and friends. This is the best I could offer as sympathetic magic. There are no sweet potatoes here to be mixed with pecans and brown sugar and topped with marshmallows, and no asparagus for the casserole, but anyone who had a quarter of these raw ingredients would surely feel thankful. Continue reading “Happy Thanksgiving From Overseas”
My favourite thing about hydrangeas is the blend of colours on a single flower. So, while fresh flowers have a particular type of loveliness, in some ways hydrangeas improve when Autumn throws a restraining hand on the foliage, adding pink, purple and yellow where there was only green.
For The Fallen, a poem by Laurence Binyon, written for an English audience towards the start of the 1914-18 war, has since been adopted as a tribute to all casualties of war. This scene in Darwen’s old cemetery yesterday embodies the idea
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.