A village in Wisteria

I walked awhile through a village in Wisteria..

Wisteria vine,
climbs and captures,
pieces of pastel purple sky,

there a village drenched,
in Heavenly tranquility,
and fragrance,
a promise of Summer,
just around the corner.

A kiss before the entrance door.

Waiting at the letterbox.

Leaning next to the barn.

Opening the gate.

Embracing the water well.

The Wisteria vine seems well suited to the April climate, and clearly a favourite plant, as she decorates buildings and villages, in pastel purple, throughout south-west France. I quite like her too!


March : Signs of light returning

Glimpses of receding dark,
as blush pink blooms,
each fresh and pale,
softly speaks perfection,
returning light of peace.

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A rare wild Narcissus hides in the glade,
wafting scent, deep and green,
pure sunburst presence.

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Senses are startled by citrus splash, and warm smells,
Mimosa reminds us, that Sun marches toward us.

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Blossom time

Fruity fragrance fills the air

as snowfall of spring blossom

softly drops on fresh green foil.


Thoughts of today.

If this were my last day, what would I do?

   Live in each moment with earnest,

Fill lungs with sweet breath abursting,

Stretch eyes yonder horizon,

And magnify the minute,

Open ears to birdsong and raindrops,

Tingle tastebuds with thyme and tangerine,

Tenderly touch love’s soft skin,

Flit through album, from infant to grandma,

of birthdays and banquets,

Heed the quiet voice that speaks of regret,

yet forgives and forgets,

Still asking those questions for meanings,

If this were your last day, tomorrow your first,

What would you do?


Watercolour Landscape

The landscape is so soft these mid spring days.. soft sun.. soft sky.. soft colours…


Brush soft wash of landscape

stroke ombre shade in trees

highlight hedgerows with blush of blossom

splash spots of green gold  warmth.


First harvest of nectar

from fluffy catkin flowers

the pussy willow gift.


First Lamb of Spring: A childrens story.

Not far away there is a beautiful green valley, where the sun shines often, and where the trees give shade in summer, and shelter in winter. Water falls with a splash over the rocks of a little stream that runs through the glade. Happy white sheep roam the little hills and graze the grass. Just beside the stream there is a house, and in this house lives a boy called Pierre with his father and a dog called Argan.

IMGPierre’s father is a shepherd who looks after the sheep. Every morning he rises at dawn, takes his crock and Argan to walk through the fields, making sure that his sheep are well.

One morning Pierre woke up to discover the first daffodils opening, which meant that spring was arriving. He became excited because he knew that when spring came, the lambs would soon be born.

Day after day Pierre begged his father to take him on his walks, but each day his father said, ” Not today son”. Pierre was very disappointed but he waited patiently and hopefully. Sure enough, the morning came when his father said, “Today you can come with me, I have something to show you”.

IMG_0002Pierre hurriedly put on his scarf and boots and followed his father. As they climbed the hill he became tired but he strove on full of anticipation. Eventually his father stood still near a hedgerow. He pointed silently into the thicket beckoning Pierre to look. Pierre peered into the thicket and gasped in delight as he saw a ewe licking her new born lamb. As Pierre watched, the little lamb shivered from head to toe, then picked up his two front hooves, balanced on them and with determination lifted himself up to stand unsteadily on his four limbs. Then he turned to his mother in search of her milk.

IMG_0001For a long time, Pierre and his father watched spellbound as the lamb became stronger and more curious, while his mother guarded him protectively. The little lamb became fearless enough to wander towards Pierre, who was able to stroke the lamb’s skin. All too soon Pierre’s father said, ” It’s time to go home and leave them in peace”.

As they walked back, Pierre realised that he would cherish the memory of the first lamb of spring forever.

Meet Snowy who was actually born at Christmas 2015.
Meet Snowy who was actually born a week before Christmas 2014.
Born 20th February, 2015.
His cousin born 20th February, 2015.