pass by sweet rosemary
the running cabbages
the beans with strings
keep to the path
you’ll find a field
a secret garden filled
with dancing poppies
but take care….
….not far from the path
there are some sleepy fluffy flying things
Gill McGrath© June 18 afternoon. a family of sparrows flew the nest today
Today
a bird thought
he was walking
by a goat
in a field
unnoticed~
wrong!
Gill McGrath© June 17 this afternoon.sunny.
Take your boots
…. and walk where
the shadows define the step downhill
which show the way to
the winding river
take a quick glance back
towards the top of the ridge
(and wave to me)
before you walk
with care
by the water’s edge….
[ GM© June 17]
Gill McGrath© June 17 2015
(words are more or less what Great Granny said)
[tracing©][color me in©]
This gem of an interview contains a surprisingly beautiful description of harsh times in Wales (UK) described by miner’s son Richard Burton [Dick Cavett Show 1980]
Richard Burton reading (the stuff of dreams)…..from ‘The Tempest’ by Shakespeare
Richard Burton [first voice] reading Under Milk Wood by Dylan Thomas – Welsh poet, born in Swansea.
Under Milk Wood
Richard Burton was born Richard Walter Jenkins in the village of Pontrhydyfen, Neath Port Talbot, Wales. He grew up in a working class, Welsh-speaking household, the 12th of 13 children. His mother died in childbirth when Richard was two. His father (also named Richard Walter Jenkins) was a short, robust coal miner, a “twelve-pints-a-day man” who sometimes went off on drinking and gambling sprees for weeks. Burton,who was brought up by an older sister claimed that “He looked very much like me … That is, he was pockmarked, devious, and smiled a great deal when he was in trouble. He was, also, a man of extraordinary eloquence, tremendous passion, great violence.”
more: Wikipedia
and spangles
found scratching
around the edge of Mabel’s field
in the sun this morning….
Later back home
on the roof
found Jack
another bright spark…….
scratching too!
Gill McGrath © June 15
for some today
it was all about finding
a place to sit
in pink
and grey
a bit to eat
and smelling something quite delicious…
Gill McGrath© diary June 14 Sunday. description.
ps -. any sun caught by camera in any of these shots, is about all the sun there was!
Jessie Ware
“Say You Love Me”
‘Cause I don’t wanna fall in love
(No no no no no)
If you don’t wanna try
(Just try sometimes)
But all that I’ve been thinking of
(I just think)
Is maybe that you might
(You might)
‘Cause I don’t wanna fall in love
If you don’t wanna try
But all that I’ve been thinking of
Is maybe that you might
Baby it looks as though we’re running out of words to say
And love’s floating away
Won’t you stay?
Won’t you stay?
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…today
sun sleeping
bound
wrapped in a mist
laced in filigree
~
same time
same view
last year
feathers danced just here
against the blue
Gill McGrath© field edge. June 13. about. 7.00am
June 13 2015
June 13. 2014. [ 8.30 am]~ last year~ same place in the sky~ we did have thunder storms later!
parched….
or drenched
and left to droop
….still looking pretty!
Gill McGrath. June 12.today.mostly rain.
Vivid # weekly photo challenge
first the challenge…
then the scrap…..
Gill McGrath© June 12 ~ 7.00am~ soft light ~through the lines
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