a far away fellow
leaving footsteps to follow…
a far away fellow was shaped by both the emotional experiences of his early years and by the wild outdoors. His solitary way of life led him to be more at one with wild things than with human beings, so he entered the animal world and it became more real than the world of man.
Through his abiding love of nature and having a burning desire to see the countryside and all things connected with it, it became a refuge of peace and simplicity.
His experiences throughout his life have taken him on a journey of discovery and made him the person he is today: a venerable, gentle man.
His writing speaks to the human spirit and reaches the very depths of the human soul, revealing how to turn a breakdown into a breakthrough. For when things are at their darkest, you often see some shining and hopeful light, and when it's dark enough — you can see the stars.
If these little stories delight your mind or you have found some beauty in any word or line then please could you spare a moment to place a comment with your thoughts.
Kind regards, afarawayfellow
A new and vital season arises from the harsh winter, born of the death of the old year. New life is beginning to stir from beneath the earth. Animals, insects, plants and trees burst into life below ground long before they emerge into the light, the promise of things to come.
A storm had gathered during the night with torrential rain, the lightning illuminating the clouds. Through closed eyelids, the on off of the lightning gave a near continuous picture followed with snake-like wriggles spilling and tumbling in a couple-coloured sky. In the parlance of time, I had longed for scenes like this, as I in childhood sweetly slept, full of thoughts unborn. By mid-morning the storm had ceased, and the sun began to split the clouds, I could hear the rustle of the wind in the trees close by and the land with rain was now rinsed. As I followed the sounds everything was descending earthwards, leaves, twigs and acorns, across the cedrous bank the old mossed cottage trees were bent with apples, their fragrance and ripeness filled to the core.
Hurrying along life’s thoroughfare, we pass him by but unaware For I could see his merry eyes, bright and shining,
they caught my stare A tiny sparrow, oh so small Now all alone when the night did fall Unlike the birds of bright voice, plume and flight Spadger the moon sparrow sings late into the night Where clouds of starlings passed his way Now every sound is hushed away
Rich and fertile,
Rough and ready,
Wild and free,
Tough and steady.
I love the luxuriant profusion and mad scatter of a meadow swathed in wildflowers. A beautiful tapestry of colour and scent, swaying harmoniously together in the breeze, trying their best to invite pollinators but also symbolises unity. After the first full moon of May,
Making your own garden compost is very exciting and rewarding. Homemade garden compost is the most environmentally friendly way of using both garden and kitchen waste. But you must NEVER put any cooked food in as this will smell and attract rodents.
Making good mature homemade compost is rather like a bran tub, you only get out of it what you put in. The result will become a rich bounty of good natural compost and manures that will provide a satisfactory feast for woodlice, worms, micro-organisms, bacteria and fungi.
The real and ultimate understanding of flowers is not anatomical but sympathetic. The more you know of plants the more you will wonder at the beauty and variety of their contrivances by which they are saved from dangers.
With many more people working from home it is useful to know that by adding a few indoor plants to your home and office areas helps not only to lower your stress levels but also helps you to become more relaxed.
The seeds of any plant are the children of the parent plant. Regular dead heading sends shock waves to the mother plant which then stimulates the production of more blooms thus producing more seed.
Winter will never end we may say, but take heart spring will be with us once again for our daffodils are a message of hope, they carry little fragrance but give joy and a sense of wonder.
The month of September is a fine time to begin your lawn care maintenance. By following this simple guide your lawn will have a much better start before winter’s arrival.
Here are some ways you can keep your house free of unwanted visitors without resorting to unpleasant means. Use some of my simple ways to outwit household pests by using plant deterrents and some clever homespun trickery instead.
in this article, i share some of my favourite propagation tips for herbs, roses, shrubs, and seeds
A compilation of tips and suggestions that will enable you to enjoy your garden whatever the size of your plot.
illustrations
these beautiful illustrations were provided by Duncan Prescott. you can see more of his amazing work in the slideshow below:
mindfulness
Through the power of mindfulness, my journey has clearly shown me that if a person does not keep pace with others, perhaps it’s because they hear a different drummer, so let them step to the music which they themselves hear — however measured or far away.
Through a little gate at the bottom of the garden is a buttercup meadow, where a fox I named Finbar often frequented. He was aware of my presence as I felt his stare, but knowing my scent had no fear of me. I watched as he stretched out his length in the sunshine, I could see his long ears and his elliptical eyes. I named him Finbar, for a name makes a difference, be it a person or an animal, don’t deal with them as strangers.
In the cloudless blue coloured sky, I watched a crow and a buzzard rise way up high, they then fought a spiralling duel, with the buzzard making all the noise as they continued to carve the sky. Finally, they disappeared into the silhouetted woods, for the wise old crow knew the buzzard’s menacing intentions and had taken the buzzard away from his nesting site.
It is now early August, the lanes and the woods are silent, without the pellucid sound of birds singing. Only the yellowhammers in the hedgerows are with song. In the skies above the cries of the buzzards can be heard. This is the time when birds begin their summer moult to replace their suit of feathers ready for the harshness of winter.
It was a fine soft day in spring and with the cloud-castled sky above it absorbed the moments’ meaning. I love the way nature responds to the seasons, weather and maturity, it delights me, it’s a work of art. Here is a place to find treasures to enlarge the mind by contemplation, for there is no wi-fi here, but I can promise that you’ll find a better connection, with memories that will never fade.
As winter drifted into spring, the colds’ great bearhug that had embraced all had now released her grip and forsaken us. The bird songs are melodious and multitudinous in the burgeoning dawn of a glorious new day. As I ambled through soft green pastures where cleft-born wildflowers were soaking up the heat from the sun, a timorous hare leapt forth to feed on a rich supply of variable grasses.
My first visit to this peaceful place felt like a communion of sound and colour that was to open new creative possibilities. My new senses act like an antenna picking up signals. I began to tune in to the sound of my steps, feel the wind, the sound of the swaying branches. My mind makes space for what is to come.
As I awake early, I gaze at the clouds above, the under-surface is illuminated with ripples of rosy light by the sun which has not yet risen above the horizon. The view however, across the folding fields later becomes indescribable with silk-sack clouds moving on the commotion of the air and where a twittering lark lightly ascends and exerts its charm. Constable himself could not have painted a better picture
In the sweet mood when pleasures love to pay I would reflect on the day Blue came into my life.
As I walk the lanes in the years to come, Rocky will be there walking slowly and calmly at my side, giving me a gentle nudge of reassurance to let me know that all is well.
The hurrying images of that day danced through my mind as a shiver of fear tingled through my body; I feel the awful brooding weight of that time acting on me like a chloroform pad.
On many of our adventures whether on pathless woods or where the waves break on a low sandy shore, Blue and I would settle a while. Blue is my trusty Blue Roan Cocker Spaniel. He would sit on his haunches with a morose appearance watching his master. A watchful sleepy eye would appear and analyse the footsteps, creaks and sounds around him. Blue stood slack but ready, his smooth narrow head flickered as he shifted his gaze, his growls grew more menacing, his eyes becoming fixed in their stare.