If it wasn’t rain,
It will be;
Sooner than you know.
And if it hasn’t
Risen just yet,
Wait a while,
For it will …
Though it may not be visible
Even to those who have faith.
This is snow
Long before it was snow …
And the same snow
Long after it has fallen.
I am where my forebears dreamed
They would never be:
Above the land and looking down;
Heading for the borders of belief.
Adventures in the life of an English allotment
Original Nature Photojournalism
Garden Blog of the Year 2016
Welcome to my world: digging, harvesting and other stuff
for your family
The evolution of an old farmhouse, an American woman, an Englishman and their dogs.
Sharing moments of life + motherhood to encourage fellow mommas
If you could go anywhere you wanted, where would you be headed right now?
surfing my tsunami
blowing through the cobwebs of my mind
Just another WordPress.com weblog
Writing the Wrong, Right, and Ridiculous
Life after the Care Farm
The most Dangerous plant to sleep under is the water lilly
Local History for Great Wyrley and Surrounding Areas
Tales from the mouth of a wolf
introspection & reflection, poetry & prose
Posts about old Hollywood, current concerns
Gunn4
This is a really beautiful thought you have spun for us to read….
Thank you …
Take Care…You Matter…
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maryrose
hovering
~
we all
change shapes