This is the country lane, a little Boreen as it is known here, the word comes from the Irish bóithrín, meaning “a little road”, where I take my walk every day. It does not look like much but along its sides it is brilliantly covered with so many wild plants, even now that it is only 21 days to the winter solstice, wild plants are growing profusely. And there are flowers too, the Gorse is starting to show it’s golden yellow blossoms, they flower twice a year, but their best bloom is between now and February when whole hedgerows may be so coloured by the yellow flowers that it looks quite spectacular. Their scent is so sweet also.
I see a lot of Wall Pennywort at the moment too and it is looking so healthy. And Ivy which is in bloom at the moment, it is said that the Peacock and Tortoiseshell butterflies hibernate in the Ivy plant, that’s great to know as I was always wondering what they do during the winter months, I thought that they died at the end of summer though you sometimes see them inside the house at this time of the year.
And over this all sings the Robin, he’s singing his heart out, sheer joy at all the beauty around it, what a delightful sound.
Along the coast of West Cork there is a lot of wild nature to explore, half wild horses graze on marshy land separated from the ocean with a causeway, a road hugging the coastline. I was there today and managed to take some shots though it was a little foggy. The views are breath taking and the air so fresh and invigorating. I saw surfers taking advantage of the swell after the winds of the last few days. What a lovely Saturday afternoon it was.
“COME FORTH INTO THE LIGHT OF THINGS, LET NATURE BE YOUR TEACHER.” W.Wordsworth
The wonderful variety of flowers in South India.
Spending time together with friends giving thanks, this some years ago while in S.India. But memory stays with me, and I would like to wish all my new friends who follow or visit my blog a nice Thanksgiving day.
I can’t help it, I was taking photos again this morning while the birds were feeding in the garden, it’s so lovely.
This is a male Sparrow. The Sparrow is well represented, however, the population seems to have gone down around here, slightly so. The darker ones are the males, the lighter ones the females but I boosted both up to show the lovely markings albeit they are browns.
We have Collared Doves too, they came to our garden some years ago, originally one pair arrived on Christmas day, now there are about six of them regularly.
Some Finches come too, but not many this year so far. We also get Blue Tits, Robins, Dunnocks and a Wren. That is apart from the Jackdaws, Rooks, Blackbirds and Starlings.
“The timeless in you is aware of life’s timelessness. And knows that yesterday is but today’s memory and tomorrow is today’s dream.”
“That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou seest the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire
Consumed with that which it was nourish’d by.
This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.”
William Shakespeare, Shakespeare’s Sonnets