My colourful garden

last of the summer sun

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colors bloom

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the colors from the garden

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the Garden

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The Orchard fall

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The Orchard fall

Joys of spring.

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Joys of spring.

Flowers of Summer

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Flowers of Summer

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Flowers of Summer

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My colourful Garden

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colours of Spring

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Colurs of Spring

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My colourful garden

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My colourful garden

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My colourful garden

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My colourful garden

The Colours

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summer garden colours

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photos from a trip to Holland

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photos from a trip to Holland

Poppies throgh frosted glass

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Poppies throgh frosted glass.Isn't this a nice and impressionistic effect.Like a painting.Only real life.I have sometimes thought of doing some flower paintings.

I am thinking of buying an Apple Tree for Cooking Apples.

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I remember as a child my mother baking apple filled pies.And now I think I may try to do the same.I remember my mother use to sprinkle sugar on the top,because the apples were so sour.And also,to add flavour I think to put little cloves in the pie,( we also use to use cloves as an anesthetic if we got tootache in the time waiting to see the dentist).How long ago it was.And yet,seems only yesterday.Time is such a funny thing.

home Cooking organic style

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I am wondering if I should do more cooking of items from the wood and garden.Nature provides many things that are free.and Organic.And cheaper,and better than supermarket freeze dried. Like these splendid mushrooms.My mother did mant home cooks.

colourful roses for the summer

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colourful roses for the summer

Some Nice Roses I may grow this year with good colour

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Here is a run down cottage near by

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Here is a run down cottage near by

Now I dream of eating food with freinds in my garden

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Now I dream of eating fruit and food in my garden in summer with freinds, surrounded by flowers.

A lovely,enchanting colour to treasure

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A lovely,enchanting colour to treasure-red leaves.Almost blood red.Mysterious , burning light the paint on a painter's brush. If you mix this red with a bright yellow leaf, the result is crushingly beautiful and inspiring to the eye.

A beautiful flower I must try to grow this summer

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A beautiful flower I must try to grow this summer

These look so like Alpines

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A new flower for Spring

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A new colour that pleases

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A new colour that pleases.A consideration for Spring.

I hope my new flowers

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I hope my new flowers don't get stollen in the new year.I am sure some disappear,but I don't know where ?

Now,at Christmas I dream of Spring and new Blooms

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at Christmas I dream of Spring and new Blooms

Merry Christmas from the Garden

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Merry Christmas from the Garden

A nice woodland scene

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Some birds singing in the Garden

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Some birds singing in the Garden

A christmas necklace from crimeajewel

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A christmas necklace from my husband from crimeajewel. I like the simplicity.

Some flowers and things from summer

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A lovely poem written in a Garden

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My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk :
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thy happiness, -
That thou, light-wingèd Dryad of the trees,
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease.

O for a draught of vintage ! that hath been
Cool'd a long age in the deep-delvèd earth,
Tasting of Flora and the country-green,
Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth !
O for a beaker full of the warm South !
Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,
With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,
And purple-stainèd mouth ;
That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,
And with thee fade away into the forest dim :

Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget
What thou among the leaves hast never known,
The weariness, the fever, and the fret
Here, where men sit and hear each other groan ;
Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last grey hairs,
Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies ;
Where but to think is to be full of sorrow
And leaden-eyed despairs ;
Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes,
Or new Love pine at them beyond tomorrow.

Away ! away! for I will fly to thee,
Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards,
But on the viewless wings of Poesy,
Though the dull brain perplexes and retards :
Already with thee ! tender is the night,
And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,
Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays ;
But here there is no light,
Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown,
Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.

I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,
Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,
But, in embalmèd darkness, guess each sweet
Wherewith the seasonable month endows
The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild ;
White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ;
Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves ;
And mid-May's eldest child,
The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,
The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.

Darkling I listen ; and for many a time
I have been half in love with easeful Death,
Call'd him soft names in many a musèd rhyme,
To take into the air my quiet breath ;
Now more than ever seems it rich to die,
To cease upon the midnight with no pain,
While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad
In such an ecstasy !
Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain -
To thy high requiem become a sod.

Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird !
No hungry generations tread thee down ;
The voice I hear this passing night was heard
In ancient days by emperor and clown :
Perhaps the self-same song that found a path
Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,
She stood in tears amid the alien corn ;
The same that oft-times hath
Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.

Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell
To toll me back from thee to my sole self !
Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well
As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf.
Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades
Past the near meadows, over the still stream,
Up the hill-side ; and now 'tis buried deep
In the next valley-glades :
Was it a vision, or a waking dream ?
Fled is that music : - do I wake or sleep?

My colourful Garden-a place of colours

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