Placid & Wild

Enjoyed this haiku poem published yesterday by Jane Dougherty. I admired how she skilfully wove the imagery of ocean and sky together with words. They seamlessly merge in my imagination and describe the essence of what I've seen when down on New Zealand's south coast in wild windy weather. First photo is from Jane's  original... Continue Reading →

Not Mine

This light, this life   -- 'cascade' poem by Jane Dougherty. Blog:   Jane Dougherty Writes Mixed media art by Jodi McKinney. Nature photos by Nigel and Liz. The words are from the original post at:  This light, this life This light, this life --  poem by Jane Dougherty This light that shines is not... Continue Reading →

Whispered Words

Poem by Damien B. Donnelly.  Arranged and presented by Liz. Last night you came calling like a song to soften the shadows and found me slipping in between the silence and the slumber. Last night you came calling softly with your whispering words that filled the longing, soft words that settled upon my bed like... Continue Reading →

Dawn Light(s). Frosty pink and blue dawn this morning. Colourful lights glowing on the town tree. Moon. We were walking to the cafe down the street and Nigel took this shot.

Christmas Moon

Last night we sallied out into the town to see what Gore has to offer in the way of decorated houses at Christmas, assisted by a small article in the local paper that mentioned four or five places. We found them all and more, and were impressed with the efforts that some people go to... Continue Reading →

Full Moon Evening

Looked out the window this evening at home and saw a beautiful golden full moon so we thought we'd go for a drive and see if we could get a photo or two. I took this near the clock tower in Gore and the kinda crazy-looking picture appealed to me. Thought I'd post it.. just... Continue Reading →

A Poem and a Picture

Keep a poem in your pocket and a picture in your head and you'll never feel lonely at night when you're in bed Do you remember this poem from when you were a kid? I've never forgotten the first verse. The poem is by Beatrice Schenk de Regniers. I did a search to check the... Continue Reading →

BW06: Honesty

Recently I came across a black and white photo of one of my favourite weed plants when exploring a blog that's new to me. The seed pods of Honesty. Occasionally I find them somewhere, always a delightful and surprising encounter! Honesty is also sometimes called money plant, silver dollar, dollar plant and moonwort. Its Latin... Continue Reading →

Street Appeal in Clyde

Strolling streets in Clyde on a warm autumn evening was a treat! Here are some things that captured our interest while wandering aimlessly in the town centre. Clyde, Central Otago, New Zealand. Easter; Good Friday evening, 30 March 2018 View looking back up the main street. We however were heading in the opposite direction. Photo... Continue Reading →

Tiniest Wisp of a New Moon

Looked out the kitchen window just after midday and spotted this VERY new moon up in the sky, which seemed rather special to me so here's my attempt to put it on record using my cell camera. The ridge-line in this photo is at the top of a hill paddock that's next to our rental... Continue Reading →

In the Greenwood

Featured Image -- 2011

Just found this beautiful soothing song about the seasons. When you watch the video clip you also get to see a very nice selection of scenic and flower imagery including primula auricula. I loved it and it brightened up my day immensely (quite an achievement as I’m hammered by a flu bug at the moment and its the middle of winter here in New Zealand).

This reblog doesn’t seem to have pulled in the video clip but you can view it HERE

The Auricula Suite

In the Greenwood – the most wistful song from The Auricula Suite, and a celebration of the changing English seasons.

The flower moon is rising
Deer startle up on the hill
It reminds me that I’m far from home
When the clear night air is still
And cool is the spring here
When the hare runs along the hedge
My pretty flowers still bloom for you
With a green and silver edge
And the flower moon is full
The flower moon looks bright tonight
And the flower moon so full
.
Now I sleep alone I lay down in the greenwood
Now I sleep alone I lay down in the green leaves
.
By the time the harvest moon comes around
And the fox hides down in the field
There’s fire in the air and there’s storm in the hills
But my heart is still not healed
And it hurts…

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