Christmas @ Richard Booth’s
A few days on the edges of Brecon Beacons, living the mountain air and some bookworm trail, recuperating and be still.
Climbing the roundabout and screaming “happy new year!” in raging wind, sketching in soaking drizzle, good start has been set!
Daises form a thick mass of sunny smiles under the silver lime, dandalions fly their dainty parachutes and sheperds purse grow tens of thousands of fresh green hearts. Roses white, roses pink, they perfume the whole garden path. Maple keys red, maple keys green, all over the park. I hammer dye with all of the wild flowers on the day that summer starts, plus our bunny is happy to have playmates.
立夏，一首简单的小情歌。。。
雏菊在银色垂枝椴下开出一簇簇小太阳，蒲公英飞舞着精致的透明降落伞，牧童的钱包里叮当着新绿色的小心心。白色的玫瑰开了，粉色的玫瑰也开了，花园的香水瓶打翻了。公园里有好多红色的翅果，绿色的翅果。在夏天开始的这一天，用野花和锤子染画布，兔兔也很高兴出来玩。
with The Silver Weeping Lime
银叶垂枝椴的春夏秋冬
Record of a silver weeping lime in the park next to where I live, started during Covid 19 pandemic.
