Everything is One

Poetry of Witness…

After Burns Night

Sky over Stagshaw

For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.

T.S. Eliot Little Gidding

ANOTHER WILD

On the Footpath to Hope

Churning the Soil

Under the Toffee Apple Tree

At Durham Botanic Garden yesterday I enjoyed my second autumn of the year (although this one more sure of itself and familiar than in Sydney in March) and the sweet, slightly burnt fragrance of the Katsura tree.  For some people it evokes the smell of candyfloss – definitely something Bonfire Nightish about it.  Cercidiphyllum japonicum – the leaves are like heart-shaped spoons, pale gold, veined with green.  Rising here from a five-stemmed trunk, the branches are whiskery and tentative, but generous.  It is pleasing to discover that the wood is often used to make boards for the game of Go.

At Kew

The environment is our outer skin and we have to look after it. To be able to look after it, we have to understand it, and I understand it by putting my hands on it.
David Nash

People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.
Iris Murdoch

Kew Gardens

The true motive of travel should be to become lost and unknown.
Lin Yutang