a little bit of norfolk squit from Bullfer Grove Gods and Goddesses here I’m surrounded by little gods the ones that don’t need me – wren and thrush worship them, voices across field and tree. My dog is inhabited by them, her long glossy neck and cocked ears tell me so, she’s listening to them, head in the sun. The climbing roses and wild ones that loop sharp stems have them in their buds, just swelling, and in their thorns. We meet them in the green lane when there’s no-one about dressed in bridal flowers and trembling new leaves, in the wood they tower tossing wild cherry blossom down and on the ground they mist among the bluebells, ringing hanging heads heavy with dew. Post navigation abstract paintingshares, lambs, hannah 4 Comments Simply lovely Jane. Hey people! get close to Mother Nature, bide awhile, fill your senses and you will feel their presence too. Reply oh thank you Sue 🙂 Reply Great – such perfect photos and words 🙂 Reply Spring captured in beautiful words. Reply Leave a ReplyCancel reply This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
Simply lovely Jane. Hey people! get close to Mother Nature, bide awhile, fill your senses and you will feel their presence too. Reply