|ANOTHER UNFINISHED SCARF|
|MOST WONDERFUL BEES|
|ONION SETS PATIENTLY WAITING|
|FEED THE BIRDS|
|FILL THE TEACUPS|
|LOVED AGAIN CUPS|
The forecast was for rain…so we thought to take ourselves off the the exotic tropical paradise in the heart of Lancaster..in the usual fracas to leave the house, return the runaway dog to the right side of the threshold and make sure everyone has matching shoes, we forgot our coats but luckily for us the sky though grey decided to stay dry…
However many times we visit I never cease to be amazed by the wonder of the most delicate elegance of a beautiful butterfly just meandering about the place..chomping on some mouldy looking fruit or resting it’s wings for a while, just long enough for me to fumble about with my camera & snap a quick shot or 62.
Today Violet was accompanied by her big brother Tom in the hunt for bugs and such like on the habitat trail..boys however old they get always are first on the scene in the hunt for creepy crawlies, with stories wild & crazy about the most marvellous of creatures and an impressionable young lady wide eyed and impressed with her bothers vast knowledge of nonsense.
And the most important lesson of all that a big brother can pass on to his eager student is the fine art of scrambling through the forest looking for monsters, wild beasts, various imaginary friends and rolling in the leaves..
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe —
Sailed on a river of crystal light,
Into a sea of dew.
"Where are you going, and what do you wish?"
The old moon asked the three.
"We have come to fish for the herring fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we!"
Said Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.
All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam —
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
Bringing the fishermen home;
'Twas all so pretty a sail it seemed
As if it could not be,
And some folks thought 'twas a dream they'd dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea —
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.
Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one's trundle-bed.
So shut your eyes while mother sings
Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock in the misty sea,
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.[
Today my camera & I will be firm friends and will snap a few snippets of this most normal and usual of days…
Thank you for joining me on my jaunt through the day, I rather enjoyed writing this post this evening and seeing what I had crammed in. I think I may do it again….Hope you had a lovely day too whether its just ending or just beginning. An early night for me with a cuppa & the kindle as the bee inspector is visiting tomorrow and there are lots of most important questions I need to ask so I need to be bright eyed and bushy tailed…