It is coming to the end of the summer and last gasps and thrusting shoots are the order of the day almost as if the plants are saying “if I could only just turn this flower into a seed my work here is done”. The music is an adaptation by Gabriela Montero of Autumn from the Four Seasons composed by Vivaldi. A piece that evokes blown leaves by a gale that never leaves them long in one place but swirls and flocks them to all parts of the garden, only to end up in a heap at the corner of the lawn.
You know when it’s a good morning’s work when it takes the rest of the…
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If there is food around. The photogenic one. The one which likes a head scratch.…
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The mythological bird called the Phoenix was consumed by flames and was reborn [again] (Google…