‘over land and sea’

Harbour Office en plein air…

sea mist lingers on
dewy morning rose petals
waves of tidal pink
#RoseWednesday

“Belief in songs to come still fills [her] dreams,
[Her] glances journey through the boundless blue.”
— Stefan George

I’m listening.

“Life is short, even for those who live a long time, and we must live for the few who know and appreciate us, and for whom we have the same affection and indulgence.”
— Sarah Bernhardt

Photo: Paeonie Sarah Bernhardt’s opening performance to an audience of foxgloves.

“…this mere singing wren, who thinks he's alive forever, this instant, and may be.
— Wendell Berry

Damp grey morning or colour full?

After the rain, everything is cool and sweet-smelling.

small matters

Lovely Chance…it’s wisdom—and it’s waywardness.

I love that moment on a Sunday afternoon, when the rain calls time on hard graft outside, and you’re forced to stop and sit and drink tea and smell the perfume, slow-released, of roses newly cut.

When you leave the windows open…

Foxglove seed that traveled 3,000 miles.