I’ve just been out gardening and it felt like nature was urging me back here to Social Bridge which someone once described as being like a garden. I remember being thrilled with that observation as I like to think of it as a place of creativity.
I really want to thank everyone who left comments and contacted me behind the scenes while I was off doing other things. Somehow the connections one makes through blogging are a lot deeper than one often realises.
I come bearing a poem which makes me think of my late mother who had such a passion for writing, nature and gardening. She loved this time of year and is very much in my thoughts as her anniversary is on May 31 ~ hard to believe it could be almost 6 years ago now.
I'll Sit by the Red Valerian I'll sit by the red valerian with my cup of tea. Early evening. If it comes at all, it will come punctually, having remembered this place in summer's geography. Ah,look! And it's brought another. They punch the florets. I lean to the hum of invisible wings. Inches only between us. What do their nerve-cells recall of the waves biting up, salty? That inkling they must have had of all this - somewhere else - existing. (Anne Cluysenaar: Migrations, 2011, Cinnamon Press).