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“This magic moment, this day, this season, will never come again. Treasure it, and treasure your children, who make it special and memorable!” ~ Unknown
The Saturday Photo Challenge from our site Weekly Prompts, is Magical Places. GC tells us about his own magical place, a little wooded area where he loves to sit and unwind and he asks us to share pictures of our own magical places.
Do I have a magical place, somewhere private where I sit alone to unwind? The short answer is no I don’t. Do I know of any magical places? The long answer is take a look below!
Leaving aside the religious denotation, what could possibly be more magical for young children than the exciting run up to Christmas.
Yesterday, during a morning out with two of my daughters, the local garden centre became a magical place when I witnessed moments of awe and wonder from three of my youngest grandchildren.
Even baby Alice got in on the pointing!
After knocking over an extra-large brightly lit reindeer, both children were told to stand still. Evie demonstrated how to pretend you’re not being told off; you simply close your eyes!
(C) SueW-nansfarm.net 2018.
Photo Challenge Magical Places from Weekly Prompts.
“The fact that I can plant a seed and it becomes a flower, share a bit of knowledge and it becomes another’s, smile at someone and receive a smile in return, are to me continual spiritual exercises.” ~ Leo Buscaglia
The weekend photo challenge over on our site https://weeklyprompts.com is Ambience and was chosen by GC. He asks us to show off the floral displays that enhance our environment. This is my response to the challenge.
My first photograph is a cottage garden I photographed during a recent visit to the Lake District in Cumbria. I was privileged to visit Hill Top Farm, once the home of the late Beatrix Potter. This pretty cottage, with its magnificent floral displays of hanging baskets, window boxes, border plants and decorative chimneypots filled with flowers was spotted just a few doors down from Hill Top.
The floral displays in the next picture adorn the market square in the little Yorkshire town of Otley, just ten minutes from my home.
Daughter Sophie is a keen gardener, often preferring pot plants to ground planting.
The next pictures are my own attempts to brighten the areas outside my front door, my kitchen door and the upstairs balcony.
(C) SueW-nansfarm.net 2018. In response to the Photo Challenge Ambience from Weekly Prompts. http://weeklyprompts.com/2018/08/18/photo-challenge-ambience
The UK is enjoying a glorious heatwave, and last week I took advantage of the warm weather and hosted a small, evening drinks party.
During the morning, having decided that the supermarket probably couldn’t supply my shopping list in full, I took a ten-minute drive to my local M & S food store (Marks and Spencer) where I purchased wine, nibbles and a few ingredients to make my canapés.
As it was such a bright clear morning, I took the scenic route across the top of Otley Chevin, and when passing ‘Surprise View’ carpark, I couldn’t resist stopping off for a little while to admire the magnificent views, right here on my doorstep.
If you have read the introduction to this photo challenge on our other site Weekly Prompts, you may have noted that I once asked my late husband for the meaning of the word Bucolic. His instant reply was “You’re living it!”
My little soiree was a success, and as it was a warm summer evening, we sat upstairs on the balcony or as my twenty-something son refers to it, the roof terrace. We enjoyed good food, good wine and good company with each of us taking great pleasure in watching the animals grazing in the fields below. My husband got it just right, I am living the life, the good life and I will be forever grateful.
And so… A taste of my Bucolic life…
The following poem by Christopher Marlowe (1564 – 1593) sums up Bucolic nicely.
- Come live with me and be my Love,
- And we will all the pleasures prove
- That hills and valleys, dale and field,
- And all the craggy mountains yield.
- There will we sit upon the rocks
- And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
- By shallow rivers, to whose falls
- Melodious birds sing madrigals.
© SueW-nansfarm.net 2018 – In response to the word-prompt Bucolic from our other site https://weeklyprompts.com/2018/07/14/photo-challenge-bucolic