north berwick beach

Friday morning trip to deliver pots to a gallery was just an excuse to walk on the beach again.


was it really that blue?
if you missed Janet Baker singing Mahler's RukertLieder and Kindertotenlieder last night...
oh dear, i was going to say you can redeem your misfortune by going to radio 3's radio player, but you can't. Sorry. Get the CD.

20 years ago it was a pip in a now long-gone compost bin. I should have added this link to the previous post, loveliest of trees

loveliest of trees

the cherry now is hung with bloom along the bow.
ok, but it's a bit late for Eastertide. (Apologies to non-Houseman fans, and condolences for your loss)


meanwhile, back at the lime tree ... today's bud. Any week now....


Another glorious day, and since of my threescore years and ten fifty-eight will not come again, and take from seventy springs fifty-eight, it only leaves me twelve more, and since to look at things in bloom, twelve springs is (very) little room, about the woodlands I will go to see the cherry hung with snow.

lime green takes time

lime tree bud, 23/04/2006

linnet diary and the Resurrection

I thought the poor bird deserved a better picture so here's tonight's linnet.
i do not intend to photograph it every night.

Watched Claudio Abbado's DVD of Mahler's 2nd last night and am still recovering.
I can honestly say that nothing I can think of has ever had anything like the same effect. Try it, is all I can say. OK, you've got to commit, of course you have. But boy, does it pay off.

evening song

every evening this wee linnet sits in the very top of the lime tree and sings from 8pm till 9pm. This is a picture of the end of tonight's performance. I've tried recording it, but it's better if you just listen to the picture.

what an extraordinary day. apart from the swallows arrival, a pair of curlews flew over, heading seawards this afternoon. We've been firing the kiln which means a lot of hanging around with nothing to do but look. maybe they fly over often. this is the fist time in 13 years I've seen them.

oh, and it's carol's birthday. And I've done a lot of writing.

kiln is now shut down to cool for a day, and I'm off to bed.

more than enough to make a summer

nearly there

this one makes a summer as far as I'm concerned

soon the noise of the things and the wild panic every time we go into the garage or through the archway and the droppings everywhere will be a normal sort of annoyance, but today they're magic. how do they do it? (April 18th last year; do they calculate leap years differently i wonder?)

tried to photgraph the badgers last night but it crept up behind me and ran off into the dark.

instead

Time Passing

it's been a while. But time seems to have slowed down, thought not to a complete stop.

cherry blossom unfrozen

chestnuts as sticky as ever
what's more, I spent yesterday morning sowing seeds in the garden and the afternoon sitting in the sunshine, reading The Amber Spyglass. So things must be takng their course, even if they seem to be taking it slowly.