The mountains are clouded right from the top down but they are still there watching and for a little while on the subway journey home I could see the feet peeping out from the whiteness of the low cloud.
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Vancouver: Along the Seawall
We spend all afternoon just walking and looking at the mountains or the birds in the sea . I try the water by paddling and it is not as cold as the sea in the West. It is easy and full of bright green seaweed…
Vancouver: Gardens and Malls
Next morning the tips of the mountains were hidden by cloud, and I watched as the cloud very slowly descended down the mountainside until it had covered the mountain completely and then it felt smug. It was there but I couldn’t see it at all, it was if Vancouver was just this flat piece of land and there were no Rocky Mountains at all. And then we had a little rain, not much.
B.C., Vancouver, via Skytrain
There we were, I was going on the Skytrain because that way I could look at the mountains. It was busy but you could see the mountains from the commuter train that has no driver. It got busier. But we were through and finding the right station.
Orchard Diary Month 3
THE ORCHARD DIARY 3rd Month
May 9 25
Blog by Lynne Pearl
The trees are more awake in fact I think they are now just about fully awake. It’s quite exciting.
They have realised it’s time to wake up.
The Orchard Diary 2
Poetry on Spring from my ‘Devonheart’ A Collection: a tribute to my home:
DEVON MID AFTERNOON
Butterflies crowd,
Flying from the hedges,
Brown wings
Settled against green blackberry leaves
And mauve blossom.
A cow with a star on her forehead
Gazes with dreamy eyes
And the sheep munch,
Woolly faced,
Staring in unison
And the white cow on the hillside
Stands ready to climb.
Beside the lane
Lie cottages, door ajar
With armchair ready
And a sleeping gnome
Lays against the cottage wall.
A straw owl
Stares down at passers by
On new yellow thatch.
by Lynne Pearl
The Orchard Diary 1
This orchard though is part of what must surely have once been a grand farm. The trees are pollarded so that when the apples ripen they don’t have very far to fall and in fact standing under the branches one just reaches up and there you are, all the apples you could want. But does anyone eat these apples anymore?
So I am going to keep an account on these trees and their summer and winter. I’ve never had an orchard before, and although it isn’t strictly speaking mine I see it often, as I go by on the way to something else, a meeting, a piece of work a day of teaching. So this way I can keep track of growth and change over a year
Seaton Tramway
With this back drop we all boarded the Tram at Seaton Tramway. Some of the trams are original ones from the 1920s and some are a little newer. The trams run on the line that used to be served by British rail until 1960s when the line that went all the way from Axminster to the sea at Seaton was closed. In its day it had served the farmers who produced milk in the region and shipped the fresh produce in milk churns to the people in the cities far away. There was also a cottage industry producing fine leather for factories.
Spring with Hellebores
We made apple crumble for a wedding celebration when we all got together to celebrate. The best celebrations are far away and long ago. So, we remember them and dance.
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But today it looks like we are welcoming a new season in. So, time to dance and sing and celebrate. Write poetry about beauty.
SNOW, SUN AND SEA
When the bus climbs the hill out of town and approaches the hill through the trees, all the trees either side of the road are covered in snow, it has clung to their branches and the little forest has turned into a magical wonderland as pretty as any Christmas tree. Today the sun is shining on the white, white trees and their shape is highlighted as they no longer have their leaves whether green or bronze in autumn but the bark rather than wet and black is now shining white, with snow clinging to every curve and branch. And the sun is shining on all this beauty.