The garden in December is always a still place full of the memories of the tranquility of Summer. tested by the gales of autumn and now settling down to a certain stillness - a silent waiting for the spring to come again.
Yesterday the low light of winter caught the romantic turrets of St Micheal's mount, seen here, framed in the courtyard gateway at Ednovean Farm and spring felt a little bit nearer. A promise, a silent promise of growth and abundance to come, as we wait through the shadows of the shortest days sent inside by the failing light earlier and earlier each day with the shrill calls of the Blackbirds echoing about us.
.jpg)
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment