Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves
The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country
slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools.
~Henry Beston
Life is a summer breeze
“I guess I felt attached to my weakness. My pain and suffering too. Summer light, the smell of a breeze, the sound of cicadas...
For you, Armenia.
Your spring will blossom again,
Your beautiful days will be reborn again.
After the winter,
After the hell,
The tree of life will grow,
Charles Aznavour.
Photo 1: The Khor...
There is a silent eloquence In every wild bluebell…
Spotting a carpet of bluebells in a woodland is a highlight of any springtime walk in the countryside... The bluebell has been voted Britain’s favourite...
The positive side.
'And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.'...
Ice storm on berries
“It occurs to me now that I have never seen the ice-storm put upon canvas, and have not heard that any painter has tried...