Spent some time with my sister's family yesterday. My nephew is now six months old! There he was, joining in on our conversation with his happy, happy gurgling! And whenever I'm there, a garden stroll is a must. What I couldn't manage here with butterflies, lady luck or should I say butterfly luck, favoured me there!! Here are some shots. This Ixora has grown from a cutting from my plant given to her years ago. It does make sense to have vibrant blooms in the garden. there were so many butterflies flitting about! Some shots of the garden ..... The dark green leaves of the only orange tree. I love this spot, it's so shady. Ah, Neem. Without it where would we be?! The last remaining blooms of the Flame Tree. Makes you realise that summer is no longer here...
Glory be to God for dappled things- For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings; Landscape plotted and pieced--fold, fallow, and plough; And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise him. Gerard Manley Hopkins
The first flowering shrub I planted on our land
Every flower is a soul blooming in Nature.-Gerard De Nerval
Shall I not have intelligence with the earth? Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself? -Henry David Thoreau