Wednesday, 20 May 2009

Monday, 18 May 2009

Time for some relaxation

Makes me want to lay back, relax and doze under the warmth of the shining sun.

Wednesday, 13 May 2009

Feeling somewhat surreal

My Special Place

If I seem distant, as if a thousand miles away,
If I appear not to hear what you say.
There are times that no matter how much I care,
I turn around and give you a totally blank stare.

I am not really uncaring, I care very much,
But at times like these
I find it hard to smile and such.
On those days when I am distant and far away,
I'm in that place that is healing and peaceful today.

Each of us sees our most private of spaces
As where we can go, our most favorite places.
We never intend to close others out,
We only know what will turn us about.

So remember when you find me so far away,
And want me to come back and play.
What I need is your patience for me
And I promise the same when you also flee

To that most “Special of Places”.

-Lynda Leigh

Saturday, 9 May 2009


Don't be's too short

Priceless things

Life holds so many priceless things,
The falling rain, the wind that sings.
Each star on high, a big full moon,
And sunbeams dancing in your room.
The river as it washes on,
A sunset when the day is gone.
No wealth can buy a mountain tall,
Those priceless things belong to all.
An autumn tree lends beauty rare
With leaves piled deep most everywhere
As nature wears a glowing smile
To make each day a day worthwhile
Could anything be quite so dear
As laughing children that we hear?
The gift of friendship that is ours
The miracle of growing flowers
Each magic moment-treasured time
These priceless gifts are yours and mine.

-Author Unknown

Friday, 8 May 2009

Like the colour of a dove..

We've been exploring a bit recently here in Birmingham, we went to Kings Heath Park, Cannon Hill Park, which I thought was absolutely beautiful, we also went to the Botanical Gardens which was lovely, so the photos I've been posting lately are mainly a combination from these three places.

Thursday, 7 May 2009

Scrumptious Pink!

The Tuft of Flowers

I went to turn the grass once after one
Who mowed it in the dew before the sun.

The dew was gone that made his blade so keen
Before I came to view the levelled scene.

I looked for him behind an isle of trees;
I listened for his whetstone on the breeze.

But he had gone his way, the grass all mown,
And I must be, as he had been,--alone,

`As all must be,' I said within my heart,
`Whether they work together or apart.'

But as I said it, swift there passed me by
On noiseless wing a 'wildered butterfly,

Seeking with memories grown dim o'er night
Some resting flower of yesterday's delight.

And once I marked his flight go round and round,
As where some flower lay withering on the ground.

And then he flew as far as eye could see,
And then on tremulous wing came back to me.

I thought of questions that have no reply,
And would have turned to toss the grass to dry;

But he turned first, and led my eye to look
At a tall tuft of flowers beside a brook,

A leaping tongue of bloom the scythe had spared
Beside a reedy brook the scythe had bared.

I left my place to know them by their name,
Finding them butterfly weed when I came.

The mower in the dew had loved them thus,
By leaving them to flourish, not for us,

Nor yet to draw one thought of ours to him.
But from sheer morning gladness at the brim.

The butterfly and I had lit upon,
Nevertheless, a message from the dawn,

That made me hear the wakening birds around,
And hear his long scythe whispering to the ground,

And feel a spirit kindred to my own;
So that henceforth I worked no more alone;

But glad with him, I worked as with his aid,
And weary, sought at noon with him the shade;

And dreaming, as it were, held brotherly speech
With one whose thought I had not hoped to reach.

`Men work together,' I told him from the heart,
`Whether they work together or apart.'

-Robert Frost.

Monday, 4 May 2009

White beauty

In friendship's fragrant garden,
There are flowers of every hue.
Each with its own fair beauty
And its gift of joy for you.
-Friendship's Garden

If you've never been thrilled to the very edges of your soul by a flower in spring bloom, maybe your soul has never been in bloom. ~Audra Foveo

Reflecting circles

Reflecting circles

Please mind the tiny particles of dust you may see :(, yes...shameful I know!, I noticed today, think maybe it's time for a spring clean :)

Friday, 1 May 2009

Flower delight

Salam 'alaykum and Hello!

Sorry there's been no photos posted for a while, I had problems with my usb, and eventually just bought a card reader, by then I couldn't wait to start uploading. I've been using flickr lately, and have quite a nice little collection now, so will start posting over the coming days.

For now I'll leave you with this one:


In the garden there is one unique flower,
Past the roses, on past the daffodils.

unique this flower, for reasons unknown,
unfinished in blossom as it has aged.

A flower with roots deep in fertile soil,
drawing nourishment as it so needs.

A stem as strong and standing true,
unbent by the winds or the rain.

The petals alive with vibrant colours,
this is were the need to explain.

This flower, having all it needs,
refuses to blossom in full bloom.

Having supply of all in need,
the beauty of this flower, unseen................

Geoff Warden