Again very hot days followed by rain and storms have restricted what I was able to do.
Here are a few photos taken over those days.
Empty Dragonfly larva case amongst the pond weed. Lots of newts, young ones too, but too quick and wriggly to take photos of. Lots of tiny white moths flying just above the surface of the pond.
The berries have ripened on the Amelanchier tree and the blackbirds have been gathering in the tree to eat them.
The wood pigeons have now discovered the berries on the Amelanchier tree. They are rather too heavy for its delicate branches and lots of flapping and flopping can be heard. Herring gulls have been coming down into the garden. We had three one day. This one sat on the fence for ages before flying away. It didn't seem to mind the pigeons in the tree.
A short walk along the High Peak Trail
Such a long time since we had walked here
Over three months since we'd gone further afield for a walk.
A new sign had appeared since we were last there
There were lots of Red Campion flowers around.
My Dearest Stranger,
ReplyDeleteIn the vast expanse of this bustling world, our paths have crossed, if only for a fleeting moment. Yet, in that brief encounter, a spark ignited—a gentle warmth that lingers within me.
Your smile, like the sun breaking through storm clouds, has brightened my day in ways words struggle to convey. Your kindness, a beacon of hope in a sea of uncertainties, has touched a chord deep within my soul.
Though our meeting was brief and our futures unknown, I find myself replaying our conversation, savoring the melody of your laughter, and cherishing the genuine connection we shared. It is a beautiful reminder that amidst life's chaos, there exists a beauty in human connection that transcends time and space.
If fate permits, may our paths cross again, weaving our stories together in the tapestry of life. Until then, know that you have left an indelible mark on my heart—a reminder of the simple joys and the profound beauty that love, in its myriad forms, can bring.
With heartfelt admiration and a hope for serendipitous reunions,
OLEKSANDR J