The wild rhododendrons are showing their seasonal purple splendour again - just like last year, and no doubt year after year stretching back in time.
Whenever I go up on the Carn, often at the end of the day, the light is hazy and the purple shimmers around me, tapering off into the distance. It's a special place - a place for quiet, for contemplation, for pausing, and for tuning in to the sounds and sights of nature.
Back at home I pulled up a last ruby chard plant left from last summer - it was idling in a pot, gone to seed. The purple-ruby-pink colour extended right down through the roots.
Posting has taken the slow road here...I'll be back with some answers to a tag. And I've also signed up for the gocco swap, so something creative needs to happen here, and soon. Lots of ideas running around my head, which I need to get down on paper.