Oh, this is a wonderful piece. I absolutely love the photo you provided. ❤
"but that one corner’s still alight –
West Cork – the fuchsia and montbretia,
the red and orange, sudden shocks of fire…"
This stanza really stood out to me, especially with the imagery of fire. That warmth I can feel through those colors and description of those majestic plants. It's captivating and stunning. What an excellent take on the prompt. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you, Lucy. There’s a lot of green out there at the moment and not much else, but that combination of red and orange brings back some happy memories.
You had me at “the fade between the flowers and the fruit.” I agree with Lucy that your photo is splendid, with excellent capture, geometrics, and composition. You create visually a neighborhood of historical magic.
Like others, I love the view out your window – and you’ve captured it so well in this clever piece – I like how the view rises in the second stanza to the last brilliance of sun and fuchsia blooms and ‘…the grass drabbed by summer’ is a fantastic line – (and a wonderful verb) – which reinforces the sense of late summer ennui in this view. Super write.
What a lovely view out of your window. I admire how you captured the August changes from out of your window, specially flowers with “sudden shocks of fire”.
The photo immediately looked familiar, homely. The stone houses, the fields, the green, could be Yorkshire or West Cork 🙂 I like drabbed by August too, though there are degrees of ‘drab’. This is pretty low on the scale, I’d say, looks glorious.
I don’t have a proper garden, just a band of 1-2′ around the house but there are roses nasturtiums, belle de jour, passion flower, honeysuckle, lavender and hibiscus in flower. If they can stand the Saharan conditions you ought to be blooming! I think nasturtiums and one of my favourites. They seem indestructible.
A lovely view of your green garden and the winding lane, Sarah. August is indeed a dull month, we only have fading orange lilies, montbretia, and apples. I love the thought of marking time until the blaze of autumn colour and ‘the fade between the flowers and the fruit’.
That reminds me, I need to do my annual writing about why August is such a bust. More wine please, as I whine.
I love that photo. What a scene! You penned a wonderful poem, but the photo is a winner. Well done.
Such a good word and picture combo. I really like this. Where I live montbretia is classified as a noxious weed. We are legally obliged to pull it out. Which I do, then put I it in a vase.
Oh, this is a wonderful piece. I absolutely love the photo you provided. ❤
"but that one corner’s still alight –
West Cork – the fuchsia and montbretia,
the red and orange, sudden shocks of fire…"
This stanza really stood out to me, especially with the imagery of fire. That warmth I can feel through those colors and description of those majestic plants. It's captivating and stunning. What an excellent take on the prompt. Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you, Lucy. There’s a lot of green out there at the moment and not much else, but that combination of red and orange brings back some happy memories.
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Nice view, nice depiction.
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The distant landscape seems to speak of serenity. You have quite a beautiful view.
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I really like the lines in your photo and also how the eyes rise to the distant view. Your yard is vibrant even in what you call “the dull month.”
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You had me at “the fade between the flowers and the fruit.” I agree with Lucy that your photo is splendid, with excellent capture, geometrics, and composition. You create visually a neighborhood of historical magic.
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What lovely countryside you live in…..so peaceful out your window, and beyond……I loved this.
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Like others, I love the view out your window – and you’ve captured it so well in this clever piece – I like how the view rises in the second stanza to the last brilliance of sun and fuchsia blooms and ‘…the grass drabbed by summer’ is a fantastic line – (and a wonderful verb) – which reinforces the sense of late summer ennui in this view. Super write.
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What a lovely view out of your window. I admire how you captured the August changes from out of your window, specially flowers with “sudden shocks of fire”.
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The photo immediately looked familiar, homely. The stone houses, the fields, the green, could be Yorkshire or West Cork 🙂 I like drabbed by August too, though there are degrees of ‘drab’. This is pretty low on the scale, I’d say, looks glorious.
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Hmm. Maybe my expectations are too high. June and July are pretty colourful in the garden, August is just…green. I need to work on my planting.
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I don’t have a proper garden, just a band of 1-2′ around the house but there are roses nasturtiums, belle de jour, passion flower, honeysuckle, lavender and hibiscus in flower. If they can stand the Saharan conditions you ought to be blooming! I think nasturtiums and one of my favourites. They seem indestructible.
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A lovely view of your green garden and the winding lane, Sarah. August is indeed a dull month, we only have fading orange lilies, montbretia, and apples. I love the thought of marking time until the blaze of autumn colour and ‘the fade between the flowers and the fruit’.
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It doesn’t look at all dull to me. August can be brown and withered, but your view looks peaceful and lush. (K)
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I want to go on holiday in your garden….
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Now that’s a view!
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What a marvelous view and a wonderful poem to describe it!
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That reminds me, I need to do my annual writing about why August is such a bust. More wine please, as I whine.
I love that photo. What a scene! You penned a wonderful poem, but the photo is a winner. Well done.
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I see “the burning bush 🔥 “ in your garden. Wonderful!!
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Such a good word and picture combo. I really like this. Where I live montbretia is classified as a noxious weed. We are legally obliged to pull it out. Which I do, then put I it in a vase.
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Ha ha! I haven’t seen it go wild in the UK, but it’s certainly a little invasive in the west of Ireland. I must check that out.
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