Bull Moose, Grand Teton National Park. November, 2019. 📷 Fujifilm X-T3 + XF100-400mmF4.5-5.6 R LM OIS WR 🎞 176 mm – 1/250″ – f/8 – ISO 6400 🏷️ #Moose #Photography #NationalParks #Wildlife

Sunlit rocks in emerald tide. Footprints fade where walkers stride. Golden sky meets whispering sea. The lighthouse hums a distant plea. Evening wraps the shore in grace. Time slows down in this quiet place.

Windy Day on North Beach #ireland

Mirror Lake, Yosemite National Park. March, 2015. 📷 Fujifilm X-T1 + XF16-55mmF2.8 R LM WR 🎞 16 mm – 1/420″ – f/8 – ISO 1600 🏷️ #NationalParks #Landscapes #Photography

Other work of the Ladybird artists. The park in winter Artist: SR Badmin

Goodnight from Eleanor Jex, sighing wearily as Freddie Rathbone tries to persuade her yet again to drive up to Burrow Lane to see its infamous ghost lights. Goodnight from Madeline Foster, praying the thousand names of Pan into the dark of the night. Goodnight from Hookland.

Folklore is a living force. The infrastructure may change from wooden bridge to concrete flyover, but folklore adapts, finds a new life among us. Half-there Folk, Lords of Underside and of course Whisperers, still loiter despite the traffic spluttering above them. – Dr. M. Benn

Living on Hookland's coast it isn't just salt hags who know the power of the ocean. Everyone understands the King-Under-the-Sea has an insatiable appetite for land, that his tide teeth will always bite. No wall, however high, will keep him out forever. – #EmilyCBanting, 1981

‘The things which happened in that garden! If you have never had a garden, you cannot understand and if you have had a garden, you will know that it would take a whole book to describe all that came to pass there.’ Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden. #BookWormSat 🖼️ Maria Louise Kirk

#BookWormSat „Behind the home is a walled garden, with a small terrace. There is a table, and two chairs, and beside them a tall electric fan, its green paint half given over to rust. I have not seen it in use, and do not think it has been working for some time,… 1/2

Inga Moore, From: “The Wind in the Willows” #illustration #IngaMoore #WindInTheWillows

‘Never mind!’ Alice said in a soothing tone, and stooping down to the daisies, who were just beginning again, she whispered, ‘If you don’t hold your tongues, I’ll pick you!’ ~ Carroll And @racheldeering.bsky.social here for the rest of a gardener’s #BookWormSat 🖼️ Rocio Arrupe

Thorntonloch, East Lothian 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

Now in my Etsy store “NatureLostandFound”.

Snow on the mountain, The trees wearing heavy coats, Everything silent. #dailyhaikuprompt mountain

My hands reach up and I spin, I am a hurricane, a storm that roars. I am tempest and fierce. I can level mountains and stop tides! My voice is chasm and quake, determination that uproots forests. Others see me and observe, a small thing with a chance of drizzle… #vssdaily hurricane #vss365 drizzle

Winter days. ✨

Outside a blizzard, The wind swears and throws a fit, I hide by the fire. #dailyhaikuprompt blizzard

Pick and mix, paper bag, A bit of this, Some of that, Slip in something, Add a few, It doesn’t matter, It’s only you. #vssdaily pick #vss365 slip

A flower blossoms for its own joy.  Oscar Wilde #BookWormSat 🎨 Brian Wildsmith #bookchatweekly

Today is too cold for outside and snow squall warnings so the prompt is #abominable #thingstowriteabout

‘(I)n a moment the dark trees had thinned, the nameless shrubs had disappeared, and on either side of us was a wall of colour, blood-red, reaching far above our heads. We were amongst the rhododendrons.’ ~ Rebecca, Daphne Du Maurier. #BookWormSat

"The garden is left alone, so here I've made my home" by stevesandersonart on Instagram

#Caturday Bengal Cat 'Cat Nap' By Kate Elgood

What a happy woman I am living in a garden, with books, babies, birds, and flowers, and plenty of leisure to enjoy them! Elizabeth von Arnim, Elizabeth and Her German Garden #BookWormSat

A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in-what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars. Victor Hugo, Les Misérables #BookWormSat 🎨Roman Bozkhov

"...he had looked down into what struck him at once as something entirely magical.... You looked down into the garden. Its beauty, the flowers and bushes... water below in the fountain, the path round it, enchanted, beautiful and entirely unexpected." -Hallowe'en Party #AgathaChristie #BookWormSat

"Who art thou?" said the Giant. A strange awe fell on him, and he knelt before the little child. The child smiled at the Giant. "You let me play once in your garden; today you shall come with me to my garden, which is Paradise." - Oscar Wilde, "The Selfish Giant" 🎨Ritva Voutila #BookWormSat

“Town gardens are small, as a rule, and the Longs’ garden was no exception to the rule; there was a vegetable plot and a grass plot and one flower-bed and a rough patch by the back fence.” ~ Tom's Midnight Garden (1958), Philippa Pearce. #BookWormSat [🎨Suzanne Henriette Einzig.]

“I saw that the garden had obeyed the jungle law, even as the woods had done. The rhododendrons stood fifty feet high, twisted and entwined with bracken, and they had entered into alien marriage with a host of nameless shrubs”   (Daphne du Maurier)   #bookwormsat

'Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone' -Lord Tennyson 🎨Valentine Cameron Prinsep #BookWormSat

Get ye all three into the box-tree: Malvolio's Coming down this walk. He has been yonder i the sun Practising behaviour to his own shadow this half hour.-Twelfth Night -William Shakespeare #BookWormSat

‘Ivy held prior place in this lost garden, the long strands crept across the lawns, and soon would encroach upon the house itself.’ ~ Rebecca, Daphne Du Maurier. This #BookWormSat celebrates the birthday of landscape architect, Leonard Springer with Gardens in Literature.

Morning has broken Its strong promise to the stars: I will let you shine.

Early stroll. The argumentative harshness of cold air. Fallen leaves: last autumn’s tattoos. I pretend I am crossing a dry river bed as I cross the road. The first bus turns a corner in slo-mo. Star as a pin on the sky’s notice board.

First cup of tea: now my thinking can be of the joined-up kind.

The #vssdaily #prompt for 1/24/26 is #pick

‘O Tiger-lily,’ said Alice, addressing herself to one that was waving gracefully about in the wind, ‘I wish you could talk!’ ‘We can talk,’ said the Tiger-lily: ‘when there’s anybody worth talking to.’ ~ Lewis Carroll #BookWormSat 🖼️ Tenniel

Saturday plans: 🖼️ Franco Matticchio #Caturday

English garden, Emily Carter.

Burrowhead Cairn, looking towards the holiday camp. #blackandwhitephotography #Scotland #Galloway

And this morning the Shed is a shooting star, scratching its message across the sky...

Good day all. Image of furry visitor to Lister Lane cemetery from May 2023. Happy #Caturday 🐈 🐈 🐈

Dinbych y Pysgod

The tree’s diary: Spring, summer, autumn, winter. Each page grows, then falls.

Early stroll. The door handle is slippy with yesterday’s rain. When no-one’s looking, does that footpath sign turn round? The yawning mouth of a bus shelter’s entrance. A slow bike snails by. Is it less dark or are my eyes open wider?

Ladybird book in the spotlight. The Night Sky- with artist Robert Ayton’s lovely inky skies and glowing light (1965)

Burds

🌹💚🌹"And the roses—the roses! Rising out of the grass, tangled round the sun-dial, wreathing the tree trunks and hanging from their branches, climbing up the walls and spreading over them with long garlands falling in cascades." 📖Frances Hodgson Burnett - The Secret Garden. #BookWormSat

🤍🐲🤍A dragonish Minty side-eye! #Caturday