Nesting box

Its such a beautiful day glorious rays of sunshine streaming through my voiles and its peaceful too …. just the sound of the birds in the nesting box.

Blue Tit Nest Box

 

 

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It is a perfect day

Image by Yuga Kurita

                                                                                         Image by Yuga Kurita

 

It is a perfect day, such as makes one in love with the earth.
~ James Russell Lowell

 

This is a New Year, new beginnings full of Rainbows

“And now we welcome the new year, full of things that have never been”

“The chief beauty about time
is that you cannot waste it in advance.
The next year, the next day, the next hour are lying ready for you,
as perfect, as unspoiled,
as if you had never wasted or misapplied
a single moment in all your life.
You can turn over a new leaf every hour
if you choose.”
― Arnold Bennett

The Dance

An open heart is the portal to the eyes to the soul. When we begin to see and feel through the eyes of the soul we connect to the oneness of the universe and become, not merely an onlooker, but an active participant, a creative force performing with and fully integrated within the magnificent, cosmic dance of life. ~ Mary Anne Byrne

Ballet aerien, Islande by G. Soligny

 

 

Autumn Stroll

Mother Nature never fails to grab our attention with her beautiful painting of scenery the beauty the flood of light, leaves splashed with every sharp shade that nature can bestow.  Autumn leaves, yellow, green, orange rich colors swirl around me,

Which road do I choose?

Autumn’s approaching, we love to see the trees and all their colors in this season.

from Endymion

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o’er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
‘Gainst the hot season; the mid forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
All lovely tales that we have heard or read:
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven’s brink.

Morning. A place called “Restaurant”. On the way to the lake. Lager.