Point of View

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The Met Office say we had the wrong type of rain

That fell too fast and went down the drain

It is drizzle that we seek

That falls slowly and into the soil does seep

To me ir doesn’t matter what kind we get

If you’re sat in the garden

You’ll still be wet


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Tampering With Nature

My thanks to Fandango for introducing me to The Squirrel Chase and their one-to-three challenge. I had in my file a photo of a butterfly visiting the back garden. While the lavender and vlinder are works of divine art, by photography isn’t. The challenge to run the photo through a photo processor provided some lovely results, however.


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A Breath of Nature

I was recently at a conference in Manchester. The return journey afforded my wife and I the opportunity to take in the Peak District. Seeing that we live in the Brecks and are bordered by the Fens, the chance to see anything taller than a couple hundred of feet above sea level made a nice scenic change.

Padre’s Ramblings

I particularly liked the dry stone walls, and the tranquillity of the pasture lands. Yes, we have sheep and cattle in East Anglia too, but the stone enclosures are so much more attractive than wire fencing.

Padre’s Ramblings
Padre’s Ramblings
Padre’s Ramblings

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Blackthorn Hedge

Delicate blossoms like tiny stars

Constellations white against green presented

Inviting – though housed amidst biting thorn

Being drawn too close – a thing to be regretted

A boundary natural -yet by men planned

A symbol of ownership over the land

And still the hedge is a world its own

Where sparrow and hedgepig make their home

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Storm

A day a bit more than breezy

Making getting home less than easy

Trees down and roof tiles blowing

Twigs and rubbish aloft going

Two storms in quick succession

Is mother nature teaching us a lesson?


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