Cats in the Kitchen, Flora in the Garden

Here is the first of some photographs that my husband took of a beautiful, enchanting place not too far from where we live. For anyone reading this who lives in England, I am giving no further directions, and if any one stumbles upon it, and many have in Cumbria, they will know it when they find it. These photos are for all to enjoy, but especially for Naturegirl, who also seems to find the most exquisite fairytale places, and teases us by just posting a few of them at a time leaving us wanting to know and see more. The place in these photographs, if you go there early in the morning or in the right season, seems timeless, and you would not be surprised to either come across fairy and elves flitting around the trees or meet villagers from times long gone collecting firewood. It could be where Little Red Riding Hood picked flowers on her way to grandmas, or where Snow White found the cottage of the seven dwarves. It is just a magical, serene and peaceful place.

B Before I post the rest of the photographs, below, I would just like to mention this book I have just read, [I've started to have more than one book on the go because there is always so much to read]'A Gift from the Sea' by Anne Morrow Lindbergh, it was mentioned in another book I read, and I managed to get a copy from my local library, though I must try to track down a copy for myself. There are so many pieces in it that are so apt, and I have noted down some of them in my journal. I felt these two quotes, here were important to me, this one about true identity '...it is found in creative activity springing from within.' and this one about middle age,'There is still the afternoon opening up, which one can spend not in the feverish pace of the morning but having time at last for those cultured and spiritual activites that were pushed aside in the heat of the race.' amd I am trying to keep both these quotes in mind from day to day. I think they are both very true. It is not a thick book, quite slim, but very thought provoking and satisfying.

Here are the rest of the photographs of the enchanted wood. I hope you all enjoy them.



A trail through the woods, who is watching in the trees and noting our passing?




The sun's rays shine through the trees and their foliage make dappled patterns on the woodland ground.




In the depth of the woods a stream runs through. The water is clear and sparkling.




A path runs alongside the stream, where does it go and where do the steps lead?



Looking back along the path, the river is babbling, the birds are singing and the breeze rustles the leaves on the trees, is that glimmer of light the sun rays or a spirit of the wood? Well what do you think? All of us need places like this where we can be at one with nature.