A sunny smile

It's snowing outside, but the little Winter Jasmine shines forth with a sunny smile!

The crescent moon

"The smile that flickers on a baby's lips when he sleeps - does anyone know where it was born? 

Yes, there is a rumour that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed morning."

Rabindranath Tagore

Lake crossing

Taken from the boat

just as the late afternoon sun was setting and creating golden lights on the lake and the mountains.

'Twas on a frosty morning...

Jack Frost has worked his magic overnight!

Happy Christmas!

The joyful  "Sussex Carol" sung by the King's College Choir, Cambridge

The first snow

The first snow has brought joy to the children and has decorated nature.

Swirls

The curls and whirls of life and how we learn to go with them and enjoy the ride. 

The joy depends on us.

Plant an acorn

I have planted 5 acorns in a huge pot on my balcony and maybe I shall get little shoots coming out of the earth in the spring. I love acorns and the shape of the oak leaf is so beautiful... not to mention the tree itself which emanates a feeling of solidity, expansion and continuity.

How wonderful is green

so delicate and a perfect fresh green illuminated by a ray of sun

charming details on the underside of the leaves

how wonderful is green?

Flowery gift

Snow has been forecsast over the weekend, but these dainty and adorable little flowers still find it warm enough to show their pretty blue faces on my balcony. I just love them.

Filled with joy

"The Present Moment is filled with joy and happiness.

 If you are attentive, you will see it."

Thich Nhat Hanh

Leaf collage

This little ginkgo leaf caught my eye where it had fallen in the branches. The sun was illuminating its golden colour and three smaller leaves appear in translucency - creating  a natural and very beautiful leaf collage!

Bud in waiting

One of the charms of the winter season is noticing the tightly closed buds on all plant life - and learn from their quiet presence and serenity that all shall pass and be born anew.

Flowery December Fairyland

Communication

... being at one with nature

breathing in the beauty of it all.... Ahhhh...

The music...

"The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn

seeking its former nest."

Stray Birds

Rabindranath Tagore

December bloom

Still a cheerful face on my balcony !

Sunday walk

Enjoying the cooler days now and the wind has found its winter voice as it blows the leaves and whistles through the trees.

Bare branches create patterns across the blue of the sky and the birch trees stand willowy tall illuminating the scene with their white bark.

The beech tree, having surrendered its leaves, now shows us the open pods from which the beechnuts tumble in profusion

and a tiny daisy smiles up at me as I pass.

Flower dialogue

The summer Snapdragon turns her elegant bloom towards the autumn Heather buds and a feeling of complete understanding and acceptance passes between them.

Early sunset

Two little birds on a tree up high

enjoying the view of the sunset sky!

Slipping softly into December

feathery tendrils playing in the breeze, 

going with the flow as the wind doth blow...

Walk with me...

Join me on my walk to enjoy this golden November

Dancing to November's tune

Yet spring is already there contained in each tightly furled bud

how do those leaves feel, look at them shine in the late afternoon sun...

Ah! The beautiful beech tree

and the new crescent moon is rising in the late afternoon sky... what a lovely walk, just you and me! Isn't it wonderful to be able to see?

Heartfelt joy

Shades of love

The autumn leaves transform to show us their never-ending beauty. They know that their brothers, the catkins, will soon be in the spotlight to brave the winter winds and snow for yet another spring.

Misty sunlight

Enjoying the play of light and feeling the soft fallen leaves under my feet

Dancing with petals

It's so lovely to be back to dance with joyful petals in the gentle November light! Can you feel the rhythm?

"We, the rustling leaves..."

"We, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storms, but who are you so silent?" 

"I am a mere flower."

 Tagore

Where are we going?

"Where are we going?" said the autumn leaves as they clung onto the railings

"You're going back home" said Mother Earth kindly. "Just let go, all is well!"