Tag Archives: #summer

Small and not quite perfectly formed

After months of tender loving care. Daily checks for snails. Water and regular feeding.  Kinds words of encouragement. My sunflower has finally bloomed.

I had high hopes earlier in the summer that this fighter (I lost several to the local snail population) would grow to a great height.

It wasn’t to be.

It’s grown to just over a 1m tall. It’s small for it’s type and it’s a bit raggedy but it has survived and it has flowered. And I love it!!!

Look! Isn’t it pretty?

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and it’s met the approval of another local

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Summer is holding onto her colours as Autumn encroaches….

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There’s no denying it….Summer has slipped by all too fast.

The mornings are darker, the evenings are darker, the sun isn’t quite as hot as it was a couple of weeks ago…there’s an Autumnal feel to the world.

However, my patio garden isn’t letting go of Summer without a fight- a colour fight!

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Even, Sioux,  is still holding onto his Summer “brown rather than black” look.

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Till next year, Lady Summer.

What to do with An Evening Hour?

I was sitting out in the sun the other day on the bench in the garden looking round. I’d been contemplating this week’s blog topic and already decided on a photo blog inspired by the flowers around me.

I began to think about what words should accompany the photos I had taken. As is my want, I turned to Google and searched “summer poem garden bees butterfly” .

Google came up trumps .

 

An Evening Hour

© Pearlyn

Published: April 2011

It was a sunny bright evening, an evening so calm,
The kind of evening that was inviting me with an outstretched arm.
So I decided to spend an hour doing almost nothing,
Sitting and enjoying the best of what nature could bring.
Getting up from my chair, I thought I’d take a stride
Then there was a bumble bee that suddenly came by my side.
There was a kind of music as the bee flapped its wing,
Music so perfect that no one could ever sing.
Walking little further, I spotted a butterfly
Which was hovering over the flowers and then soaring high
And I came to the conclusion as I was on my knees,
Not the richest of queens was dressed like one of these.
My evening hour in the garden was very well spent
And now I know what beauty and music really meant!!

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/beauty-of-nature-poems

 

Many An Evening Hour has been spent appreciating the world around me.

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A Literary Companion….

“Handle a book as a bee does a flower,

Extract its sweetness

but do not damage it”

John Muir

 

Do kindles count?

 

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Watch him for yourself : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t2nolCjARQQ

 

Oh, and in case you were wondering, the book being read is “The People In The Trees” by Hanya Yanagihara (available on Amazon)