The first night of October, with the sun setting, and a delicious foggy darkness falling, we lined up to visit the Bergius Botanical Gardens for their first ever night-time event!
To escape the crowds, we took our torches to the Victoria Greenhouse, where the biggest, most magical, lily pads you’ve ever seen were floating in candlelight.
The Giant Water Lily (Victoria amazonica) is an amazing 8 metres in diameter. It blossoms only for two nights – the first night with white petals; the second in soft pink.
The circular greenhouse – built specially to house the enormous round lily pads – was bathed only in candlelight and the flicker of visitors’ torches.
Water lilies seemed to float in the air, glowing like pearls.
And humble leaves, seeing their lovely reflections in the water,
Gasped in amazement at their transformation into art.
For more amazing slices of life, please visit: Our World.
A late summer evening –
The saffron sunset glows
On the textured silk of the lake
Inviting reflection and calm in all -
Except the dog, who ears forward,
Is looking forward to a late-night dip.
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The warmth of early October brought out the bees.
(even with hairy legs),
With fragile wings sitting atop a throne of flowers,
And bee-draggled in the rain,
But still clinging onto the petal, onto life
Like a gorgeous jewel.
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No matter how cold it gets,
In frost or snow,
Oscar is always ready to dive into rainbows
And swim in waters of reflected skies of blue.
After all, there’s nothing more satisfying than
Doing what you love.
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My neighbours are used to seeing me out with my camera in all states of dress (and undress).
So, it was no surprise when the next-door neighbour phoned to tell me that there was an interesting sky outside.
We rushed up the hill to see an eerie glow set the water alight with a purple fire.
The key to photographing sunsets is to wait
And listen to the music of nature
While the sky unfolds itself in colour.
And, if we’re paying close attention, we can learn from children
Who know how to dance in the dark
Long before adults tell them that there is no music.
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There is something glorious about the late September light.
It warms the heart
And lights up unexpected autumn cameos
In hidden pockets of the woods.
It unfurls ribbons of water
Inviting you to take a dip if you’re brave enough;
And, on the last day of September,
Its glorious golden rays turn the woods into a painting
That speaks of children climbing in the trees
All the way up to the sky
To touch that lovely light
And spread it to the world like laughter.
For more cameos, please visit: Our World.
The punks with their fancy hair-dos
And strutting and preening
Rule the lake
With their swagger and chatter.
Oh, those punks – how they light up the evenings
With their feathered beauty!
“We’re not trying to be different. We just are!”– Lauren Tazelaar
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A serene and very early Saturday morning.
The sky has become an Impressionist painting,
Lovingly smudged in lilac and pink.
Fog turns dawn into a painting by Monet
And out of its misty hills
The trees that hint of the autumn to come
Float as if in heaven.
(All photos completely unedited because sometimes you just can’t improve on Nature.)
After leaving the claustrophobia and old ghosts of the World War I bunkers that I told you about last week,
(This shot is taken inside the bunker looking out)
I felt a strong need to enjoy the blue bowl of the sky; to reconnect with the pulsing life of nature; to laugh.
Oscar obliged me by jumping into a nearby lake.
Much refreshed, I decided to hike up the stony hill and say hello to some ancient skeletons.
As you approach, the twisted silhouette of an old tree
Marks the spot of a Bronze Age grave:
Dead bodies were buried under these stones about 3,000 years ago
And now the sun and wind and rain have worked in harmony with time
To teach us the lesson that we come from the earth
And one day will return there.
For more history, please visit: Our World.
And do visit Strewn Ashes to read her delightful poem about the bunkers!
Dawn is the blush
Of the sky kissing
(Sometimes it’s worth waking up at 6 am on a Saturday morning and creeping out in your nightie to take pictures!)
“Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become.” — Steve Jobs
For more misty scenes, please visit: Skywatch.
Somewhere deep in the woods, there is a treasure, rising from the forest floor like a huge Viking helmet.
It’s an old bunker built for the First World War when Sweden feared an attack by the Russians.
It was never used, and faded away to become a part of the woods.
The long corridor underground gave the feeling of swimming underwater
All sounds were shut out by those thick hundred-year-old walls.
A mossy door showed me its black mouth.
I stepped into an eerie room, lit by faint gold and finally made it to the circular room underneath the Viking helmet.
By now, I was thoroughly spooked by the ancient ghosts whispering in the walls,
By the darkness and silence. The dust of ages.
It was with relief that I turned back, ran up the corridors and followed the necklace of light
Out of history and back into the present.
For more histories, please visit: Our World.
A girl’s best friend isn’t diamonds or riches or clothes or looks.
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Also hooking up with Tina’s PicStory.