We are SO lucky living here. I realized half an hour ago I'd forgotten to bring the wheelie bin home, so I trotted down the lane, skewbald Alfie accompanying me, to bring it back. The distant fields and trees and hills were bathed in a soft light and looked like they were felted. As I turned back, the setting sun hit the Sycamores behind the cottage and up on the ridge, uplighting the undersides of the leaves which the breeze was manhandling and making the chimneystack of the far cottage glow. Above me, Swifts screeched as they hawked for insects, and to my joy the sun caught their wing edges, highlighting them in silver, as if they had been dipped in Mercury. I was transfixed.
For once, the words have returned and I had to share this with you before they disappear again.
The Lark Ascending is beautiful! It will have to go on my wish list! 😁
ReplyDeleteI think it's my all-time favourite.
DeleteInspiration from nature is such a healer and gives such heartsease x I’m so glad you shared that moment of joy x Danette
ReplyDeleteYou're right there. It helps ground me.
DeleteAnother beautiful rose, and your words made my heart leap.
ReplyDeleteGod bless.
A lovely description of the setting sun. We have had some beautiful “apricot”skies here recently, including some nights when the temperatures dropped to 5 degrees centigrade. Not sure where flaming June has gone. Your roses are beautiful- does the Lark smell?
ReplyDeleteNo flaming June here either. 12 deg C here at the moment - feels like 8! I've put the heating on because Keith feels the cold so much. The Lark only has a light fragrance and since my sense of smell disappeared, I can't smell my roses at all. Can't even smell when the litter tray has been "used" . . .
DeleteYou paint such a lovely picture with your words. The rose is gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteThank you. It was a magic moment.
DeleteOh, how happy I am that you sat back down and shared those words with us. It sounds just perfect. I am glad we all got a chance to savor it with you!~
ReplyDeleteThank you. Wish you could have been here to see it yourself.
DeleteWhat a gorgeous rose. I'm in awe that you know all the names of them.
ReplyDeleteLovely description of the evening.
Some escape me, but most are ones I desired a while, so the names stuck. The Ingenious Mr Fairchild likes to elude me though!
DeleteThank you for this mesmerising description, you still have the words. Isn’t The Lark Ascending a beautiful rose and I’m sure she has Ghislaine de Feligonde in her parentage as they are so similar. David Austin is a clever old stick and we are working on a road trip to the Cotswolds for Kelmscott Manor, Stratford for the theatre and Shrewsbury to see my mum’s birthplace for our holiday this year with a visit to David Austin’s roses too. Sarah x
ReplyDeleteI think you're probably right about Lark's parentage. Another rose to add to my wanted list . . . Still hoping to get to Kelmscott Manor too. Still need to get back and try and do the attachments for my bus pass as well!
DeleteWhat a beautiful rose :)
ReplyDeleteIt is truly stunning in certain lights.
DeleteAt times it can be too beautiful for words.. breathtakingly so.
ReplyDeleteThankyou for the word picture!
I just hope you could see it in your mind's eye.
DeleteYou've painted such a beautiful picture with words! Vivid and gorgeous!
ReplyDeleteLovely photo of The Lark Ascending rose. Is that Nigella I spy amongst the roses?
Your garden is beautiful!
Nigella indeed, self-seeded. I have white ones, pale blue and deeper blue. Happy to give them house room. The garden is lovely - just lawn, shrubs and a bed of lavender when we arrived.
DeleteWhat a beautiful rose, with a beautiful name. Do they bloom all summer?
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