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Tag Archives: oak tree
ImageSunset
We have been treated to some amazing sunsets this Autumn, the most spectacular one this week giving the tree at the bottom of my garden its own Ta Dah! moment.
Click on the photo to see it bigger.
Silent Sunday
24th Dec 2017 in garden, photos
Tagged frosty morning, oak tree, Silent Sunday, winter dawn
Silent Sunday Sunset
and sunrise
Turn
Oak tree turned into a sun dial by the evening sun
swirls like the ocean
running on the shore of your
imagination
The spiral made in my lawn this year has been thoroughly enjoyed by many – children always run around spirals – turning, turning, turning, always turning, always running, always laughing – it is a delight!
Easy to do – you cut the lawn on a high setting and then starting in the middle, mow outwards on a lower setting, keeping a gap of the mower width to your right or left, whichever way you are moving. I’d love to know if you give it a go.
I first cut a spiral back in 1999 and then came the Waves, and the Grid
What pattern would you create?
Just had to include this wonderful piece of graphic design:
I saw this on a site called ‘Trust Me I’m a Designer’. Clever don’t you think!
It’s your turn!
Leave a link to your photos in the comments so that we can all see what turns up this week. 😉
Joining in with Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Challenge – his prompt words this week are: Ocean and Shore
and the One – a – Week Photo Challenge that Cathy and I have compiled for fun.
Chaffinch Haiku
This Haiku journey is fantastic! The excitement of learning a new craft and discovering more and more – and thanks to a wonderful response from Maia to my last post, I am now trying to form the Haiku according to this part of her comment:
“I’ve found that working with another rule has drastically improved my haiku. Traditionally, the first and second lines are supposed to form a complete concept/idea/image/emotion, and the second and third, another. What makes the poem is how they work together. I think I got a piece of that idea in this one:
In the mid-day rain
Three goldfinches bicker
Over damp thistle”
Isn’t that beautiful!
The excitement I feel is the same thrill I get working out a new knitting or crochet pattern, or craft experiment – I feel fireworks of joy going off in my brain, in my synapses, in my toes, fingers and just everywhere! I just had to look ‘synapses’ up to see if I got that right and in the definition was this description:
“When all your synapses are firing, you’re focused and your mind feels electric.”
YES! EXACTLY!
Anyway – here goes
sunrise meets the oak branches in a soft pink glow frame for a chaffinch
nearly there? Thank you Maia!
Posted in birds, creativity, other artists, poetry, wildlife
Winter walk
Seeing the world through the eyes of children is pure joy, especially when making the most of the Winter sunshine on a December weekend. I’m lucky to have this lovely walk from my house
this south facing hedge catching all of the warmth, with the oak trees still holding onto their leaves
My daughter and I took Miss E, Master R and Miss M for a lovely walk with their cousins big bro and little bro – 5 grandchildren all together – happy Granny!
Ages ranging from 2 to 7 – precious! They all took little containers out with them to collect things to make a picture when we got back, and were delighted to find Oak Apple Galls. We never did get to make the picture as other things took over, but it was a fun focus for a while.
Grannyism: How to recognise an oak tree …….
An oak tree has a bark like an elephant’s skin and is all knees and elbows, accompanied with a demo of knees and elbows all bendy and and sticking out.
and we even flushed a couple of deer out of the bushes and watched them bound away bouncing over the maize stubble.
which the boys pulled up for a sword fight, whilst Miss E helped big bro’s little bro look for interesting things
and found some amazing fungi
just sitting there on the bare earth (Edit 30.Dec.14: just discovered that it is Orange Peel fungus and apparently edible although not tasty – I won’t be trying it – it is still there, saw it again yesterday)
and masses of enormous mole hills, great for stamping on
all in a row following the lines of stubble
onto a track, then
a race to the top
when 2 year olds needed a ride
before turning for home
looking for Granny’s house in the distance
and home for hot chocolate – glorious!
November walk
I met up with some old school friends for a nostalgic wander down memory lane, a walk in the wilds of West Dorset and a delicious pub lunch at The Three Horseshoes, Powerstock.
a voluptuous oak tree
and walked a disused railway line
the smell of autumn in the air
West Dorset has a feeling of the land that time forgot and it is where my paternal ancestors come from. I most probably share DNA with the Iron Age inhabitants of the nearby Pilsdon Pen – a cosy, rooted feeling.at the end of the walk the sun tried to squeeze through
Bliss. . . .
Tagged acorns, found art, oak tree, Powerstock, pub, walk, West Dorset