Spring is here
Crocus and Daffodil Continue reading “Spring 2021 photos”
Snowball fight with my neighbours was much fun! Continue reading “Photos Jan 2021”
Despite cold and rain, the lettuce in raised beds looks quite good. There is mustard, spinach, lettuce and lamb’s lettuce. It looks colourful. The lettuce as sown in September, which is quite late. I was picking a lot until late November when growth really slows down. It’s not really growing much at moment, though I could take a few leaves for Christmas dinner. Continue reading “Winter Lettuce”
Yesterday was a wet, cold and dark day. Too wet for cycling so I took a short walk to Florence Park. There is a little spring blossom on this tree, but the white bark of the Silver birches stands out more.
It’s the depth of winter. Cold, dark and grey. But amidst the gloom, I have been busy expanding the Tejvan fruit, veg and flower empire. I have built another planter. I was working so hard, I broke my spade, hence the humorous juxtaposition of spade and head. (bottom)
Can you spot the Christmas Tree? Continue reading “Another planter”
The greatest excitement of November 2020 is building a new planter for my front garden. I have spent most of 2020 looking out of front window so I got inspired to do something different. Out went the beautiful tree, in came this new planter.
50 years ago. 19 November 1970, Sri Chinmoy visited Oxford for the first time. He gave a lecture at Keble College, entitled the Universe.
The universe is God’s creation and man’s realisation.
The universe is God’s Compassion and man’s emancipation.
The universe is God’s Concentration and man’s transformation.
The universe is God’s Meditation and man’s revelation.
The universe is God’s Contemplation and man’s manifestation.
The poet in me tells me that the universe is beautiful.
The singer in me tells me that the universe is enchanting.
The philosopher in me tells me that the universe is meaningful.
The Yogi in me tells me that the universe is soulful.
The God-lover in me tells me that the universe is fruitful.”
– Sri Chinmoy, My Rose Petals, part 1