orange at 8
last night
misty by 4
this morning
Gill McGrath© 10 Sept [view from bedroom window]
Tag: morning
the sun a butterfly and daisies
What a surprise in the garden in the early sun today. A patch of Daisies and a Red Admiral who didn’t want to fly away! Gill McGrath©
a pretty mess in soft colours
Where butterflies lie still
Petrified on gossamer strings, attached to
Brittle dry seed heads on stiff stalks
Where waits…..
A perfectly placed spider in his web
You will need to squeeze and poke about, if you want to see…..!
Gill McGrath©
Donec mollis colores in bellum
a description from the field edge- asper in ore gladii
6.15 am. valley edge defined in pink saturated gold
Gill McGrath© Aug 24
Strange! It was very pink a bit earlier.
And the fine bird moaning by the washing still shone gold when the sky turned blue.Press him for a closer look
Hide & Seek: for grown-ups*
I followed you through the trees
Now I am vanished
Sun scorched
Between fallen leaves
Rain on my face
Rain in my mouth
I am drowning
I hear your voice
When will you find me?
Gill McGrath©
*photo,words coming from the forbidden edge of local golf course!
Gold Wave
Gill McGrath©
sun below looks at bird
on the worshiping line
sitting above still
fascinated ❤
Gill McGrath©
two sheep.two views.today!
Back….
….Front (for two pictures press)
You are a beautiful double act!
I’m having to get used to the idea that there might have been two of you calling here all this time, when I thought you were just one rather beautiful creature! Perhaps you’ll bring along junior next ? (although, me thinks, the bird bath as it is, will not easily accommodate three of you!).
honeysuckle for faerie music
Garden. Sweet perfume has been hanging in the air for days but I only realized what it was last night; flowers growing in the tall beech hedge (which is in desperate need of a hair cut). It seems that a fanfare of honeysuckle has been reaching up through the hedge and has finally burst out at the top…..into gentle,peach pink trumpet blossoms with heraldic scrolls, lush tendrils. How could I have missed it? Today, after a night of thunder and lightening and rain bursts, the perfume is louder and ever more intoxicating. The hair cut will have to wait……Diary Gill McGrath. July 19
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