Wordless Wednesday

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Less is more

Less colour, less clutter and no people.

Less is more for Amy

A few years ago I began a blog specifically for Miksang photography, Mindful Gypsy, but I keep forgetting it exists, Then along came Amy’s turn for the Lens Artist challenge , thank you!

Fanny the palm

This beastie, Fanny, lives and thrives in my front garden. I’ve never decided if I like her or not, but people often pause to look at her.

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In recent months, she’s had her skirt shortened, because it was impossible to walk past her without being attacked by her thorns.

She’s already sprouting a new silver fan,

that will grow up like this one day

and she’s wearing some new jewels at her feet

which could be interesting if she’s part tryffid. She may have plans to dominate the local gardens, should I be worried?

 

Last Thursday

Topsham beckoned when my friend Sue picked me up from work at 4.15 and the sun was shining. We were just ahead of the rush hour traffic, so 15 minutes later we were parked and walking towards the quay,

where Vigilant is still being refurbished. There’s always plenty to see close to water and Topsham is no exception.

There’s the Lighter inn, for great food and a good range of local ales.The evening is the best time to be on the quay. Look up river,

or down towards Exmouth.

If you’re there for the day, then outside the photo to the left is the Quay Antiques centre which will keep you happy for hours while  you hunt for treasure.

Instead we’ve walked along the Strand, past the library with its pretty garden, towards the Goat Walk,

to the glorious view of the estuary, with Exmouth to the east,and and Powderham and Starcross to the west.

As the light changed, we sat for ages listening to the varied calls of the curlews.

Then our tummies began their own howl, so back we went, meandering slowly,

envying the owners of these two gardens,

Wouldn’t they be lovely places for to sit and write or just sit? We sat in the George and Dragon eating pizza!

I t’s been a long time since I’ve joined Jo for  a walk, ten months for a real one, even longer since I’ve shared a virtual one. This is more of a short pootle than a walk, but she would love it. I was also thinking of Becky, because she loves birds and this part of the world.

PS, please forgive my absence, I’m having an extra crazy time!

At the foot of the tree

If you grew up in England when I did, a very long time ago, there’s a good chance that you had nature study classes. If you lived in a town, perhaps that meant a crocodile walk to the nearest park. Mine was, and even though I moved away I live close to that same park now. I loved the huge trees then and I was heartbroken when many of the ancient beings were lost in the 1987 hurricane.

I think the main reason for those classes was some respite for teachers while little horrors like me got to let off some steam. I knew the names of all the trees back then, but somewhere at the end of childhood I forgot most of them.

Luckily there’s a green at the bottom of my road. I once counted more than twenty varieties of trees there but only know what half of them are. Today I stopped in my tracks when I saw these unfolding leaf buds.  It most likely is a native tree, but the complementary colours opposite on the colour wheel and their striking form made them something different to me.

Tina set the Lens Artist challenge theme this week, with ‘Something different‘. Her cactus photos are amazing but I love the pink flowers.