As Summer into Autumn slips....

Grape

The leaves are turning and gremlins are in my image uploader; everything is being FLIPPED!!! There's nothing I can do about it, so I've decided to leave it. It doesn't matter with leafy pics but I wonder what will happen to my tree pics!!

Manchurian Pear

Claret Ash

Robinia 'Mop Top'

Thankfully, all standing!

In a few more weeks they'll be bare.

Title: Emily Dickinson

ICICLES

~~ this is my morning, 2 below zero ~~

~~ the sun is just beginning to beam through ~~


~~ into the garden today, mowing, raking,

cutting back & a bonfire ~~

we HAD snow!

nivis drifts in the morning watch

draping silently over eucalpyts -

vanished by noon.

Ladybug 10th June '09

Don't laugh; this is a big deal for someone 

who hasn't seen much snow in their lifetime!

WINTRY SCENES AT 'SEDGEMERE'

the nest waiting, last leaves of birch, loyal magpie, red 'rooms' adding colour,

weeping cherry, buds already!, lichen, apple needs a prune!

Winter's here!

WINTER

The Darkling Thrush - Thomas Hardy, 1902

I leant upon a coppice gate

When Frost was spectre-gray,

And Winter's dregs made desolate

The weakening eye of day.

The tangled bine-stems scored the sky

Like strings of broken lyres,

And all mankind that haunted nigh

had sought their household fires.

The land's sharp features seemed to be

The Century's corpse outleant,

His crypt the cloudy canopy,

The wind his death-lament.

The ancient pulse of germ and birth

Was shrunken hard and dry,

And every spirit upon earth

Seemed fervourless as I.

At once a voice arose among

The bleak twigs overhead

In a full-hearted evensong

Of joy illimited;

An aged thrush, frail, gaunt and small,

In blast-beruffled plume,

Had chosen thus to fling his soul

Upon the growing gloom.

So little cause for carolings
Of such ecstatic sound
Has written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
And I was unaware.

A VISITOR

the thrush visits us annually

she came in this morning

quite curious about the flash of light.

haiku

limbs without shelter
chilled carpet of rime -
roo flees the dawn

Ladybug