Chimneys and Rooftops ~~~

Gentle Reader ~~~ as my back heals, very slowly, all too slowly, for I am an itchin' and a twitchin' to get out and garden on these gentle, mellow early days of Autumn ~~~ I am taking short and regular strolls up and down the road near my cottage.  Always with my constant companion ~ my camera ~ and just yesterday I simply started pointing the lens at all the lovely chimney pots I can see from the bottom of my drive.  I thought you would like to see them, so here they are, a small collection of beautiful old red brick and stone chimney pots.  Some of these are quite old ~~~ and there are lovely patterns of slate and lichen too, gorgeous colours ~~~

This is the roof top of an old local chapel, now a house and art gallery, but just look at the ridge tiles ~~~

Across to the fields and hills behind ~~~

A cheeky gull sits, looking across to the spires on the tower of the cathedral ~~~

An old Welsh farm cottage ~~~

another of the same ~~~

Finally, two photographs of the full Harvest Super Moon taken the night following the previous cloud covered collection here

I have enjoyed taking these chimney pots so much it gives me and idea to take more to show you, for there are many lovely ones in the village that I'm sure you'd love to see, so there is a plan~~~

I already have another diary entry typed and ready to share, but will wait a day or two, so I hope you will stop by again ~~~ in the meantime, remember ~~~

~~~A Gardener's Work Is Never Done~~~

Goodbye Bertha ~ Hello Super Moon ~

Gentle Reader ~~~ Bertha blew and played a tune of the wind as it blows, and the trees danced like dervishes, whirling and twirling on the wildly wuthering wind of the west ~~~ later, as the storm passed by, the sky in its wake lightened and brightened and, as the sun set on the weary grey day, the sky lit up, a blaze of contrasting colour as the sun said Goodnight {and goodbye} to Bertha ~~~

A short while on and the August Full Moon, a Super Moon and the second Super Moon of three in a row this year {a rare phenomenon indeed} peeked above the houses and climbed steadily into the sky ~ up and up and up she rose into the deeply darkening night sky ~ high above the rooftops and the chimneys of the drowsing cottages and nodding trees in The Shire, sailing into the sea of night above the tree~lined shores below, bestowing upon us the silver light of a full moon night ~~~ 

On again, on again, on until morning she sails through the ocean of night, on again 'til the last star still shining is tucked up in bed and the sun peeks over the edge of the world, arising again, shining again, showering golden light again over The Shire ~~~

~~~ and the relentless, endless chase begins again ~~~