These were taken with my smartphone.
These were taken with my smartphone.
A simple title for a simple post. Following on from my previous entry.
I love my close-ups.
My internet was down from Saturday evening till sometime on Monday (I had to go to the office to work and when I got home it was fixed) so I couldn’t make a post on a Sunday as usual. I always work on the blog on Saturday night or Sunday and schedule posts for the week, so this just threw my whole routine out of the window (in addition to ruining my weekend). Anyway, all’s well now.
Enjoy the sunshine and happy summer solstice!
They’re on their own, and they’re thriving.
A white flower.
A lone daffodil growing under the trees.
Pictures are from Heaton Park, same visit as the last two posts.
They take over.
When life is not coming up rosesL.F. Young
Look to the weeds
and find the beauty hidden within them.
I had roses in my last two posts, but I don’t have any more. All that’s left is weeds.
As for finding beauty, you don’t have to tell me twice. I am that blogger who dedicated a whole category to ugly things.
Maybe I should have said: I, for one, welcome my new weeds overlords.
My third and final Lyme Park post, featuring photographs on no particular topic.
While I was climbing the hill up to The Cage, I kept thinking of Jane Austen, and that it looked like a location from her novels. I don’t know why, because I was sure she was never this far north (she wasn’t). But I still had the feeling that it had a Jane Austen aesthetic. The house on the above picture has a souvenir shop inside it (there are tours but they were closing down as I got there, they close earlier now because of the pandemic), so I went in there–and it turns out that the 1995 Pride and Prejudice mini series was filmed here! It’s the one with Colin Firth as Mr Darcy. Of course, I bought a Mr Darcy fridge magnet.
I took a lot of pictures of the view from the hill on which The Cage is, but I couldn’t decide which ones to post, so I link you my video.
What the title says.
All taken with my phone on my walks.
Because sometimes nature reminds us things are not as bleak as they seem.
It’s their season.
Spring is truly in and here I give you some photos I made in the last couple of weeks, of different colours–yellow, blue, pink, red and white. And green, obviously.
The top two pictures were taken with my Canon, the other three with smartphone.
See this bench in the grove?
I think it would go well with this quote from LM Montgomery book Emily’s Quest.
I was alone but not lonely. I was a queen in halls of fancy. I held a series of conversations with imaginary comrades and thought out so many epigrams that I was agreeably surprised at myself.
Remind you of something? Yes, LMM used this almost exact quote in in Anne of Windy Poplars. Windy Poplars was released in 1936 and Emily’s Quest in 1927, so Emily’s quote came earlier. (Note: Anne of Windy Poplars and Anne of Ingleside were written much later than the rest of Anne books.)
Compare the two books, though. Emily books are much darker than Anne books (there is also altogether more darkness in Montgomery’s work than people realise, but that’s another topic). Windy Poplars covers the three years in Anne’s life when she teaches school at Summerside, while Gilbert is working towards his medical degree. Large chunk of the book is comprised of her letters to Gilbert and that line is from one of them. They are apart for now, but they write to each other and look forward to the time they finally get married and start their life together. So, all is good. Emily’s Quest, on the other hand, is quite a different story. While her friends leave home to pursue their dreams, Emily stays and tries to become a writer. She and her love interest, Teddy, can’t seem to get together because they have communication issues. Emily gets ill, suffers from, what we call now, depression, agrees to marry a man she doesn’t love, and it takes years for her to finally find the happiness she deserves. It’s–bleak. Definitely not one for the children’s books section. Or even Young Adult section. Like one reviewer on Goodreads put it “Montgomery’s work is constantly under-estimated, and the way the books are marketed doesn’t help (the flowery script, the swoony illustrations).” I’ve been saying that for years.
Anne and Emily are both orphans with different journeys, but I think both of them would have loved that little bench under the trees.