Betwxit the earth the heaven and the sultry summer skies , the housemartins swirl and swoop this heady summer days, a burning and a yearning spell is cast over me that I must get out and let the magic of the countryside tip over me. I couldn't stop a bit longer letting the time run through my fingers like water. When all the world is bit a hullabaloo throw open the door and just walk it through !
That magical time before the world wakes , the clinking and clanging of the breakfast plates , the time mine the time is now to take a stroll upon the lane once more. I dream of bicycle with baskets and other such things to know one day ,I will glide down the lanes oh how the nightingale will sing. Further I get from the urban sprawl once more in the lush of the countryside which is so much the draw , the dew is fading form the mornings earlier laze , the promise of a good day is all I want report.
The day has yet to been written don't you see , a friendly hello upon each welcome traveller upon the lane carries the message of humanly kinds upon the masses. Spiralling little acts kindness are but a few ones they remind us we have are heart and we are not alone ,
"Hello Good Morning "
A magpie I see hopping gleefully and quite cheekily , thistles twist bend and sway with intrepitation will they scratch upon my person ?
Just a little wander today ... you see
I have to get back for my cup of tea.
That magical time before the world wakes , the clinking and clanging of the breakfast plates , the time mine the time is now to take a stroll upon the lane once more. I dream of bicycle with baskets and other such things to know one day ,I will glide down the lanes oh how the nightingale will sing. Further I get from the urban sprawl once more in the lush of the countryside which is so much the draw , the dew is fading form the mornings earlier laze , the promise of a good day is all I want report.
The day has yet to been written don't you see , a friendly hello upon each welcome traveller upon the lane carries the message of humanly kinds upon the masses. Spiralling little acts kindness are but a few ones they remind us we have are heart and we are not alone ,
"Hello Good Morning "
A magpie I see hopping gleefully and quite cheekily , thistles twist bend and sway with intrepitation will they scratch upon my person ?
Just a little wander today ... you see
I have to get back for my cup of tea.
What some gorgeous pictures - you seem to live near some beautiful places. x
ReplyDeleteI love a good wonder in the morning, I seem to have lost my routine and I must get back to it. Mich x
ReplyDeleteBeautiful pictures and equally beautiful words
ReplyDeleteI loved reading this - such a beautiful way with words, and they go so well with your photos too xx
ReplyDeleteIsn't it lovely being able to escape to the countryside. Loveły pics x
ReplyDeleteI wish I could go for a morning wander instead of rushing around to get the kids ready for school, I'm sure I'd be a much happier person if I could! Lovely photos x
ReplyDeleteWow, I am never up early enough to catch this hour. These are great pictures
ReplyDeleteLove the pictures,the kids get us up very early be good to get out and do this.
ReplyDeleteAll that greenery am so jealous, living in London, green space is so rare x
ReplyDeleteLovely pictures - so nice to be able to walk out the door and into the countryside.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely post, the pictures are stunning
ReplyDeleteWhat lovely photos and words - you live in a beautiful place! x
ReplyDeleteHow lyrical, I have enjoyed wandering with you. However, you neglected to mention the flippin squawking those blasted magpies make!! So annoying!! ;-) xxx
ReplyDeleteYour use of the English language is magical. Lyrical almost. Lovely read.
ReplyDeleteaww lovely and such beautiful pictures. nothing like a morning stroll!
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