This is a Hellebore… the Christmas flower…
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“You have to come and have a look at this weird light, Jaye. It’s just not moving…”
Anita was outside; looking at the full moon and all the local firework displays but something else must have captured her attention.
I tore myself away from the comfort of the couch and stumbled through the front door. Not that I was expecting to see anything even remotely interesting, as my eyesight was playing possum these days, but I had been summoned.
Squinting like Mr Magoo, I could just make out a tiny red light, several inches above the horizon in the direction she was pointing. I stared at it for several minutes, and Anita was right. It wasn’t moving at all!
The light changed to green for a while, before reverting to red, but it didn’t move.
The local firework display was thundering away, just up the hill from where we were standing. Constant deafening volleys of noise, echoing around the surrounding hills accompanied the multicoloured streaks and stars as local families joined in with their own efforts.
It suddenly struck me as funny, that here we were, ignoring all the majesty of the fireworks, concentrating on one small red light.
We both stared at it, wondering what the hell it could be. Sometimes planes can seem to be stationary, depending on their direction, but not for this length of time. It could be a helicopter, hovering over a trouble spot; we seem to get a lot of them here.
As we watched, it suddenly dropped down in a straight line, and then stopped again. It waited, then went back up.
I’m sure we were both thinking of aliens by then, that we could be witnessing an alien craft, but what were the chances?
Did it have anything to do with Bonfire Night?
We were determined to watch it all night if necessary, but eventually, it dropped out of sight, leaving us puzzled and more than a little curious, and the full moon smiled down at it all, like a benevolent old gentleman as we went back indoors…
Yes, I know this is not a flower, but every autumn this Acer changes the colour of its leaves into this incredible blood red!
Some of my other bonsai don’t seem to be in a hurry, so I will have to wait. Something to look forward to!
If you didn’t know it was there you could have driven right past it. Totally hidden behind an effective screen of overgrown hedges and trees was the saddest house I had ever seen. It must have been deserted for years if the extent of the undergrowth was anything to go by.
It was a lovely sunny afternoon and it felt as though I had walked through a magical portal into a fairy tale world. The air was hot and eerily still; the whole place had a timeless air about it, as if it had been this way for a very long time. As I walked about, I had to be careful where I put my feet as it was hard to make out any paths or garden boundaries.
Everything seemed to be on the verge of falling down under the weight of Nature’s finest. She was doing her best to take back what was once hers and hers alone. It was a large house and must have been lovely once, now it seemed to be apologising for being here in the first place.
As I walked slowly around the impressively large garden, I was rendered speechless by the spread of vegetation that climbed, crawled and invaded everything in sight. Here and there were plants I vaguely recognised, like the overgrown Jasmine and Wisteria that were doing their level best to cover the house.
The garden sprawled all around the house and for some distance behind it. Everything I looked at was green, so many wonderful shades of green I felt privileged to be there. I was not invited but felt welcomed, much as an old pensioner would welcome a rare visitor.
I didn’t intend to look through any of the windows as that can sometimes be just too sad for words. I didn’t need to see a forgotten toy or piece of furniture to remind me of the life that once happened there. I didn’t want to see but felt compelled to look anyway. But the house was completely empty; nothing had been left behind and in a way that was sadder still.
As I took all of these photographs, I thought I caught sight of an old grey haired woman looking out of one of the windows at me. It was only later that I realised the woman was me, but for a moment there it felt as though I was in a magical place, and it was with a great deal of reverence that I walked away, leaving Mother Nature to her own devices…
The First Thing You See…
There has long been a standing joke in our house, that it is impossible for me to leave anything alone.
Never satisfied, that’s me.
They just don’t understand. I constantly wonder if a creation, doesn’t matter what it is, could be better. It’s not really my fault if something inside of me instinctively seems to detect less than perfection in almost everything I do.
This habit, unfortunately, does include people, but on this occasion, I am talking about those things I can possibly improve!
If you have followed my trail at all, you will probably know all about the countless changes I keep making in my endeavours to create the perfect book/cover/blurb.
Again, not my fault if these improvements present themselves to me. I have never been one of those ‘that will do’ people, and my antics drive me just as insane as anyone watching.
But there is one thing I constantly change and I love doing it. Not because I am looking for perfection mind you, but simply because I can. And as it is a constant source of inspiration, it is well worth the bother. I am talking about the screensaver on my PC.
I found this site on the web called ‘WallpapersEveryday’ that allows you to change your screensaver image every five minutes if you wish. You can even have a slideshow of all your favourites, but these tend to make me giddy.
They have thousands of images, something for everybody, and I have found some truly beautiful images on there to inspire me. Like this one!
I firmly believe that one of the first things you see every morning should be beautiful and inspiring… No peeking in the mirror then!
Wishing everyone a wonderful weekend, and see you on Monday!