Before the Rain Came . . .

"Rain falling, refreshing yesterdays sunwarmed garden,
everything drinks deeply, fuel for another bout of growth.
Raindrops on my window panes, sparkling like diamonds."

- My Name is ZING

Now we have some rain at last. After weeks without any my water butts were empty and the garden looked thirsty. But earlier on in the week the sun was shining and we decided to go for a stroll around the village. . .
Unfortunately the battery in my camera ran out as I got half way around. I must remember to carry a spare. Perhaps I will take some more photos for next week if the weather is clement!

I hope your week has been a good one. x

Thought of the week
Do not say “It is morning” and dismiss it with a name of yesterday.
See it for the first time as a newborn child that has no name.
- Rabindranath Tagore

I am linking this post to week 34 of I Saw Sunday

And Then The Buds Opened. . . .

"The temple bell stops

but I still hear the sound
coming out of the flowers."
- Basho

"Clematis smothered with huge cream flowers.
Cornflowers at its feet, piercing the grey morning with colour.
Burgeoning nature bursting from the confines of the brick edged beds.
A riot of green energy, vital, vibrant, alive. I observe from my kitchen window,
mesmerized by it seemingly growing before my eyes
. . . behind me the kettle boils."

- My Name is ZING

"That's the thing with magic. You've got to know it's still here, all around us,
or it just stays invisible for you." - Charles de Lint

I hope your week has been a good one. x

Thought of the week
"Do your work, then step back. The only path to serenity." - Laozi

I am linking this post to week 33 of I Saw Sunday

Buddha, Bluebells and a Beautiful Sky. . .

"Lilac grows up into the endless blue of the sky - a splash of colour added
to the vast palette of greens. Jackdaw on the fence post, his pale
blue eyes a flash a silver among the shadows and sunlight."
- My Name is ZING

A week of blazing sunshine and warm temperatures. In my garden there were bluebells . . .

. . . and buddha was meditating among the greenery.

There were splashes of this wonderful pink . . .

and sunlight and shadow playing among the bluebells.

Then while I was waiting in the car park of a DIY warehouse
I looked up and was held spellbound by this beautiful sky!

I hope your week has been a good one. x

Thought of the week
"If you can’t fight, and you can’t flee, flow." - Robert Eliot

I am linking this post to week 32 of I Saw Sunday