Thursday, 6 August 2015

The harder you look the more you see ...

A favourite place …



I think we all have favourite places and one of mine is a rather magical location where the aromatic fragrance of wild marjoram stimulates the summer senses. Early season heralds the awakening of exotic orchids and delicate scented cowslips. Harebells gently chime in the wind like tiny elven bonnets. It is a place that always gives and only asks for respect in return to ensure its rich harvest continues into the following season. It is a place that is never silent, even on the quietest of days, as it resonates to the gentle harmony of countless hoverflies, grasshoppers and bees - even the flowers sing, as their dry, ripe and swollen seedpods rattle under every footstep. It is a place where beauty glides upon the breeze and sapphires dance. It is a place that is alive with living gems …

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