Walking along the path next to the churchyard  overhung by some very large yew trees and happened to glance upward as the sun came out.  The boughs are thick with berries, bright red against the deep green needles and a Haiku simply wrote itself by the time I reached home. Translucent jewels Nestling within deepest… Read More Yew

Paint Spatter

I have been a little lax with blogging for the past week.   Life has been a bit of a rush.  Gardening, of course, is in full spate with the annual attack on borders and shrubberies. Not to mention revamping the strawberry beds.