Stomping around Trelissick gardens in a heavy shower, the sole pink Cyclamen among the Snowdrops caught my eye.
We sheltered under this tree for a few moments but the drips fell more heavily so it wasn’t much use!
A blogger friend, GrandfatherSky, posted the following beautiful piece by Oriah recently. I posted it once before, in March 2015 where you can find it in another format with a note from Oriah herself.
The Invitation by Oriah
And – I am linking this to The mindful gardener’s Soulful Sunday which has as its aim. “This would be anything that makes you feel emotional, warm and fuzzy, grateful, inspired, appreciative of the world around us? But also if you feel you need a little connection with positivity, a way of reaching out to others and feeling reassured that we are all part of the same universe, and that the overwhelming urge in this world is to share and understand one another, to show compassion and kindness.”
I love Autumn! The colours are so beautiful and even in a cold wind, a walk around Trelissick gave us so many beautiful moments. Click on any photo to share our colourful afternoon and to read the tale about ‘drawing from nature.’
Geraniums on the terrace
The coloured glass window
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Sunlight throws the colours of the glass flower inside the shelter
My scarf kept me warm!
The staff pointed out this lone blue flower
Staff were collecting Hydrangea flowers to dry for Christmas decorations
Big boat resting up the creek, Lord Falmouth’s place on the hill behind
After lunch in the Trelissick cafe with a lovely choir friend, I went for a delightful walk around the gardens in the warmth of late Autumn sunshine. Please join me in the gallery. I am enjoying the macro feature on my new camera – to see the detail, please click on any photo and zoom in, especially on the enormous bee!
Feather against the green
Seed heads of Olearia Macradonta
Skeleton Hydrangea flowers
I searched for a new, to me, poem about Autumn and came across this one which suited today’s experience perfectly. I hope you enjoy it too.
A Day In Autumn – by Ronald Stuart Thomas
It will not always be like this, The air windless, a few last Leaves adding their decoration To the trees’ shoulders, braiding the cuffs Of the boughs with gold; a bird preening
In the lawn’s mirror. Having looked up From the day’s chores, pause a minute, Let the mind take its photograph Of the bright scene, something to wear Against the heart in the long cold.