When Meg posted her intentional noticings on a train journey to Poznan, I told her about my scribbles on a train. Being Meg of course she wanted to read it, so I’m re-blogging this post from 2011.
country gulls flushed by the 10.53
arrow from fields with frosty periphery
like yuletide tinsel under threadbare trees
lamb filled ewes felted and jacketed
join blanketed ponies to nibble on nothing
awaiting a ride or a jar of mint sauce
depart the Levels undulating uphill
where railway huts stand derelict lonesome
the sizzle of pylons shoot towards ozone
old man’s beard helplessly clings to dense hide
of hedge where Roe stags lurk in dank
acres furrowed and ready for spring
spires crack the mist near burst banks
where Saturday shoals of angling young men
Early on a September morning in the year 2000, I was told to get up to go for a walk through the bush. It was hot and humid, but not unbearable, and I was intrigued to know where we were heading. The path was narrow, mostly just one person wide, and with low undergrowth both sides.
Here’s my daughter with my cousin Kelvin.
After a while I began to wonder what might be sharing the path with us , after all there’s no bush without bugs. My sister Patricia laughed and said, yes there are snakes and many things that will bite you. Well I was already bitten, mozzies see me as their own private banquet, and I told myself that most snakes would scuttle away.
After half an hour, we reached our destination, the village spring, with, so I was told, the best water I’d ever taste.
It was definitely a delight for our feet, the best tasting? I can’t remember, but the experience of walking to collect it, makes it the most memorable liquid ever.
Here’s Patricia carrying it home.
Wish I could capture the fragrance.
Thanks to a FB post in a very local group, I was drawn to check for myself on my way home from work today. Yes, it really was a Paulownia Tomentosa, the Chinese Foxglove tree.
Still very young, it’s planted in the grounds of a Health Centre, and will eventually grow into a magnificent specimen.
This is one tree that I plan to watch for years to come.
Most of you know that I live in Exeter, and over the years I’ve posted quite a few photos of my city. So when it comes showing my place in the world, I thought I’d focus on east Devon, some of my favourite places, east of the Exe.
East Devon is where I belong, and my heart will always be in Exeter.
Zoomorphic,one of Paula’s five words for Thursday’s challenge
having the form of an animal
of, relating to, or being a deity conceived of in animal form or with animal attributes
Hanuman, the Hindu monkey god, is one of the most revered figures in the religion. Here are three that I found in northern India.
I love Paula’s magical propagating tree. Welcome back Paula.