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| My little hare in the herb bed |
There was a roaring in the wind all night;
The rain came heavily and fell in floods;
But now the sun is rising calm and bright;
The birds are singing in the distant woods;
Over his own sweet voice the Stock-dove broods;
The Jay makes answer as the Magpie chatters;
And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters.
All things that love the sun are out of doors;
The sky rejoices in the morning’s birth;
The grass is bright with rain-drops;—on the moors
The hare is running races in her mirth
by William Wordsworth
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| Sunlight through the acer |
There was a storm now everything is washed clean and new. Sunlight through the Acer palmatum ‘Sango Kaku” – a delicate acer with pink stems and lime yellow foliage.
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| Catkins on the Macedon Oak. |
The Garden Times 