I hope you are enjoying the beauty and colourful scenes of Autumn wherever you are. Love Alison x
Tag: Nature
Lamb love.
I couldnt resist sharing some of the photos I've taken of lambs cosying up to each other. Im sure just like me, you are longing once again to relish in the freedom of hugging friends and family members, that you have had to distance yourself from over the last couple of months. Human touch is…
Oh no, I forgot the pinenuts!
Do you enjoy sitting out in the garden? Today in the Peak District the warm healing rays of the sun are there for the taking, and sitting in the garden is a total delight. There is a faint whisper of a breeze which pleasantly takes the edge off the midday heat, and if it wasnt…
Silent Sunday.
Love Alison x
Optimism.
Can you hear what I hear? or see what I see? The sounds of a season changing the sights of spring emerging. A rustling deep within the earth as new growth gently begins to form, and dormant life begins to stir. A stretch, a yawn, a sleepy head shaken, a bud, a shoot a flower…
Its raining conkers!
Are you feeling autumnal yet? Have you smelt that wonderful smell that tells you that Autumn is on its way, as the weather starts to change and the leaves begin to fall. I sometimes wonder if it's just me, or do other people 'smell' the arrival of this wonderfully colourful season. In autumn last year…
Autumn thoughts
There's a bite in the air, and morning fields silently lay, beneath a blanket of silver dust. I open the window, and let the cool,fresh autumn scent into a sleepy room. The world is changing. The soothing green landscape is fading, as nature lets go of her summer attire. Its a time for…
‘The Robin’
While looking through my book of Emily Dickinson's poetry, I came across her poem entitled 'The Robin'. I have so been enjoying the robins outside my window this year, as they have been growing and changing. I was sure that she wouldn't mind me adding a few of my photos as I share Emily's poem…
Mother Nature.
What price does she ask of me? but to be mindful, of all I see. No gold coins for a sunset or silver for a grand oak tree, no cost incurred as fields roll by or a wake of buzzards fill the skies. So little does she ask of me, but gratitude for all I…
Peak District nighttime production
I hope the feeling of anticipation I have as I climb the stairs to our cottage loft room at night is one I will never loose. It's not as you may have thought the 'anticipation of passion', although the Lord of the Manor has just had a restyle with a hint of 'George Clooney' about…
