Rowan berries.
Hawthorn berries.
Sunday, 31 August 2008
Thursday, 28 August 2008
Monday, 25 August 2008
Wednesday, 20 August 2008
Apple time
The first of the ripe apples are already falling. Others can be picked from the trees with the gentlest of tugs. They taste wonderful - sweet and crisply fresh.
Saturday, 16 August 2008
Things from when it hasn't been raining
Partially eclipsed moon above Foel Drygarn earlier this evening.
A butterfly enjoying some welcome sunshine yesterday.
Tuesday, 12 August 2008
Weather
A morning of dramatic, beautiful clouds and fast changing skies is followed by an afternoon of relentless and heavy rain.
The Frenni Fawr this morning.
Monday, 11 August 2008
Monday things
Cloudy skies over the hills today.
Love in the Mist.
A little brown butterfly on a strawberry leaf.
Friday, 8 August 2008
On the headland is an absence
where it fell some winter night
between here and childhood,
and the sea's still fizzing
over a bruise that will not heal.
A finger would rock it,
Bendigeidfran's stone.
My ear pressed to it's flank could hear
the footfall of a storm far out at sea
long before the frown of it darkened the beach.
It purred in wind, was warm against my back
with all the summer in it.
Apple out of legend,
slingstone of Brans rage against Ireland.
Or so my father said.
Taken from 'Rocking Stone' which appears in the poem sequence 'The King of Britains Daughter' by Gillian Clarke.
Monday, 4 August 2008
Saturday, 2 August 2008
Friday, 1 August 2008
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