Wise Enough

Greetings readers. We live on the south of the hill pictured. Our side escaped the recent forest fires, but the north side was greatly damaged. All thanks to barbecue wielding fools.  

Fire services from many counties lent their services, and were forced to remain for days. Many neighbours were evacuated too, but fortunately, all their homes were saved. 

Throughout the emergency, squadrons of swallows swooped in from all directions, and feasted on the clouds of insects fleeing the smoke. Only this solitary blue butterfly was wise enough to wait it out in our garden.

While all this was going on, our son, along with hundreds of fellow travellers, was stranded abroad due to flight cancellations, which took days to fix. 

I am happy to report that all’s well now. 

Thank you readers, and followers, for your ongoing friendship. I sincerely hope the times aren’t troubling you too far beyond the evils of the hour. Also, we have many more pics to share, so if heaven permits, I will be back soon.

Peace from Amras. 

This is what our Scriptures come to teach: in everything, in every circumstance, do to others as you would have them do to you.

Jesus

Screenshot taken from local news. 
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The Gift of Flowers

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Namaste dear readers, it seems that the primal cosmic kindnesses of shining sun and sky couldn’t wait for another day to display their love for the gardens of the earth. Or to put it another way, the sun came out and the gardens awoke; always a big deal in England.

I grabbed my stick, donned my hat, and took these pics to share with you. I sincerely hope you like them.

Along with my thanks to readers, I wish to thank *Salvino D’Armate, for inventing spectacles, without which, I, and many of you, I dare say, would not even be able to read this post, or ever enjoy the gift of flowers.

I wish you Peace in perpetuity, Amras.

 

 The world is dying

only for the people

who strive to kill it,

But for the people

who love and care

for the world, it is

just being born.

~ “For Dad” by Luke Moloney (aged six.)

 

 

* I wonder what he’s doing now.

Photography ©Francis Moloney.

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