This is the last of the trees for the time being.

Silk Stream

Woodland

How I loved to climb a tree,

To sit up the top of my leafy palace,

Queen of my glorious woodland,

A magical faery world.

A stream ran rippling through the wood,

Steeply banked and deeply pooled,

Bordered with flowers according to their season.

Windflowers,celandines starred the banks with Spring

And my memory with enchantment.

More Lopped Trees

These trees were lopped after the recent gale.

Beauty

Here is a magnificent lopped tree right beside a main road. How beautiful it is against the sky.

Views Of The Wood

It is most pleasant having a wood at the end of the garden, specially as we live in London and we need something to remind us of the countryside. I love trees. They are so splendid. I must write a poem about trees!

A Fox On Our Lawn

This is a sight we did not see until a few years ago! Now we have them in a wood which has developed just behind our garden. Although they are considered a pest I can't help enjoying having the opportunity of seeing them.

I have decided I must re read the Anglo Saxon Chronicles. My memory needs refreshing. I wish I could read them in Old English.

Part of the glory of trees

This is the Winter lopped tree outside our house. What a contrast to the lovely, golden leafed tree of the Autumn. Give it another month or two and it will be leaf covered again. Trees need care and lopping is part of it. Even newly lopped it has its own stark beauty against that splendid blue sky.

An interesting pattern in some concrete

I could not resist taking a photo of this concrete!!

The offending piecy of machinery.

I have been attempting to install my scanner this afternoon without much luck. It is so aggravating. I get so far and no farther.

More Snow

Snow fell again today;

A whistling North-Easter swept horizontally flying

Flakes onwards. A spray

Of powdery white whirled dying

Winter towards living Spring.

Budding life is nearer, everyday nearer,

Constantly stirring, constantly growing.

Our dreams and longings are with the Spring.

Drear mid-winter freezingly passes,

Sowing the seeds of vernal delight.

Yet more Snow!!!

It's another snowy day today, deep this morning but melting now. I think there may be more to come. The sky looks full of it.

Traffic

There is too much noise from the traffic;

It's constant roar batters the soul,

Breaks the spirit,

Makes unease.

There is no quiet,

No rest,

No serenity,

Just taut nerves,

Jangled.

The Clock

Today is now;

Yesterday has gone into history,

Can never be again.

And where is tomorrow

That unpredictable imminence?

Today is when we live,

When we laugh or cry,

Or waste fast-flowing hours

With blue melancholy.

Time's progression of todays

Make up weeks, months, years,

Lives.

Football in the park

Rather a distant view of Sunday football in the park. I like to see the playing fields in use. It is such a shame when parks are neglected.

A Walk in the Park

Triumph

I have at last managed to work out how to access my new type blog and post something !!!!!