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Wandering through the foggy woodland
breathing the musty sods
twilight is upon us
skulking through murky, moldy dunes

A bridge is upon us,
filled by webs and fueled by decay… 58 more words

Musical Poetry

Is that cricket?

I thought summer was here to stay. Farmer Rob has been in shorts for weeks and the barn owls have just fledged. Both quite a sight! 327 more words


Life on the Farm. Week 2

This week on our farm it was first cut on our silage on one of our farms, we haven’t been able to do it before because it has still been to wet even with the good weather we’ve had lately. 231 more words


A pedal and a tootle, the first for a while

Today’s guest picture, sent by my sister Mary, shows a stained glass window from the William Morris Gallery in Walthamstow.

Once again we enjoyed  fine weather today which was better than the forecast.  834 more words