Rain revives waning blossom,
A faded, aged May Queen’s trane.
Tuneful, cooling teeny tears
Fall from scented ‘ears’,
Blessing those who choose
To be the poet’s muse
And walk along the enchanted lane.
Yesterday,we waited forever for the torrential rain to ease so that we could
Tick tock Dandelion clock.
Seeds of Thyme and memories like a good wine.
Tompion’s cottage garden is where clock enthusiasts flock:
Little Tom Thumb swings from pendulums of spider’s thread,
Landing in a beautifully scented pink flowery bed.
I have been fascinated by this lovely old cottage for some time,so this morning as I drove past it, the golden early morning sunshine lit up the ravishing cottage garden so beautifully that I had to stop and take this photo. Tompion’s cottage at Ickwell Green, in Bedfordshire, England is very important part of Bedfordshire’s heritage and in fact England’s too. Thomas Tompion was the father of English Clockmakers and watchmakers (born c 1639and died 1713). He was buried in Westminster Abbey,London. The cottage was his home and is now maintained by the Worshipful Company of Clockmakers. His prestigious clocks are still fully operational today.
I hope you enjoy with me in his garden!
Where I live in the little village of Cople, Bedfordshire, I can go out of my garden gate with my two Border Collies and walk for miles along footpaths and bridleways which take me through fields of Barley, peas and beans and many more crops. The Barley is soon to be harvested but looks stunning at the moment, particularly in the early morning and evening light. I love to hear the corn popping in the heat. What do you love about summer? 🙂
I couldn’t resist entering my little fairytale cottage into Cees challenge. I can imagine a higgledy piggledy wibbly wobbly cottage, full of creaks and spooky corners and a welcoming waft of warm gingerbread.
From midnight glazed pearls:
The fae girls’ glistening
Autumn is such a magical time anyway, however this autumn feels really special with its abundant gifts of beautiful fruits, bursting with healing energy. In every hedgerow and dangling from many trees are so many fruits, berries and nuts; we’re spoilt for choice. My husband made many jars of Damson jam to see us through the winter and spring.
Heartwood forest near the village of Sandridge and the city of St.Albans is a truly magical place, it is a newly emerging woodland, owned and managed by the Woodland trust,it is England’s largest native woodland. The forest is surrounded by ancient woodlands where we saw woodpeckers and a couple of week’s ago beautiful Bluebells. Sometimes the tiny Periwinkle can be forgotten or trodden on. The language of flowers suggests that Periwinkles represent an early friendship.
In a jumbled
Shoal of sherbet,
For Fairy Queen’s
Folklore describes the lilac tree as bringing peace and harmony. It represents spring having arrived and draws protective spirits into our lives. The lilac is buzzing with nature spirits where music is always being played bringing harmony into our lives.
Smiles through bonnet,
Seated playing her Lyre,
Sweetly lilting a sonnet.
Swaying in glittering rays,
Sing songs of praise.
The hazy day’s