Sometimes the day and night skies are so amazing, they are difficult to describe. The local snowcapped mountain was resplendent in the sunshine ~
Tufts of clouds were waving ~
and the evening transformed blue into pink, and then into vivid crimson ~ views from the front door:
To finish, here's a little poem for Uphilldowndale that I have written tonight. When her chicken, cat and dog walk atop a drystone wall, it's storybook land time!
I'm lost for words. Stunning photo's and stunning words. Thank you for sharing them with us.
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What a lovely post! I especially like the photo of the wavy clouds.
ReplyDeleteThe poem is brilliant! Flighty xx
Now that was a lot of fun! I think you're right. The drystone walls are more than they seem . . .
ReplyDeleteHi Mo - Thanks so much for leaving a comment to let me know you enjoyed my efforts :)
ReplyDeleteHi Flighty ~ Pleased to hear you enjoyed the post, and the clouds were rather playful, don't you think? The poem was fun to write so happy to know you enjoyed it.
Hi Gerry ~ Welcome aboard ~ and I'm glad you joined in the fun! Yes, much history and mystery in those old drystone walls...
Thank you Glo, what fun, it is wonderful. Your blog is so beautifully crafted it's a joy
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