Folklore

Begin Afresh

Begin Afresh

Moving to back to Sussex has, joyously, coincided with Spring. The urge to set out each bright morning and warm evening has eclipsed that of unpacking boxes. Leaving disarray in our wake we've begun to explore our new home and I hope you enjoy the glimpses shared here. 

We arrived to rape, with custard yellow seas in every direction. I can't decide whether the heady smell is sickly or sweet.

Folksglove - Harting, Sussex

Folksglove - Harting, Sussex

Seeing the hawthorn blossom always brings an old saying to mind: "ne'er cast a clout till May be out". A salutary reminder this year after the terrible damage to English winemakers' crops during the April frost. 

Folksglove - Harting, Sussex

Evening walks show the Vandalian Tower at its best. Even in ruins, you can see why it (allegedly) made a majestic meeting place for The Hellfire Club in the eighteenth century. 

Folksglove - Harting, Sussex

 

Folksglove - Harting, Sussex

My new favourite field. The clean, geometric shapes remind me of Eric Ravilious's work. 

Folksglove - Harting, Sussex

Folksglove - Harting, Sussex

Is there anything nicer than a chimney smoking against the fading light?

Folksglove - Harting, Sussex

Harting Down under a blanket of morning dew. 

Folksglove - Harting, Sussex

Folksglove - Harting, Sussex

This pair were having a riot first thing. Their mother looked exhausted. 

Folksglove - Harting, Sussex

That field again, brightly lit and the lines sharper for it. 

Folksglove - Harting, Sussex

A footpath ends with this intriguing stone. I cannot find any reference to it. If a reader can shed any light please get in touch!

Folksglove - Harting, Sussex

Badger investigating a copse on the South Downs. 

Folksglove - Harting, Sussex

The beginning of May brought a crowd of Aquilegia vulgaris (aka Granny's Bonnets) to the garden. It is also one of our true native wild flowers, usually found in woods and on chalky soil. This patch must be in seventh heaven then. 

Folksglove - Harting, Sussex

Dashing home before the light disappears. 

Folksglove - Harting, Sussex

Back at base camp our Folksglove picnic rugs and cushions make a perfect 'bed' for the garden. It is heaven to lie out and listen to the birds. 

Folksglove - Harting, Sussex

I will leave you with the inspiration for this post's title, a poem by Philip Larkin.
xxx
The Trees
xxx
The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.

Is it that they are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too,
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.

Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.
xxx

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