…to dinner at Docklands enjoying the cool breeze after a warm 34C day…the boat was a bonus.
…my favourite season of cascading, colourful leaves … and a trusty old rake to gather them in.
Beautiful image found here.
…is a rose from the time it is a seed to the time it dies. Within it, at all times, it contains its whole potential. It seems to be constantly in the process of change: Yet at each state, at each moment, it is perfectly all right as it is.
…is still like turning the pages of some illuminated Persian manuscript all embroidered with bright shapes and subtle lines.
~ Edith Wharton ~
Images are of Chefchaouen, known as “The Blue City” in northwest Morocco.
“The Birds and the Bees The leaves hung like hummingbirds hovering for food. In swarms of suspended metals, autumn’s glinting deposits waited to settle on the scorched ground. Next came the wind. Warmer than a lover’s kiss, colder than a refusal, it took me in its swirling embrace unsure whether to throttle or enfold. Me […]”