While in Leamington Spa, England, I went for a walk in Jephson Gardens and came across a man feeding ducks and swans with bread. He had about five slices of bread and he threw bits of it towards them. Needless to say the swans fought a little over it, but they seemed to enjoy it.
"Hello, I'm a Scotsman!", said the man... "I enjoy feeding swans. Take a slice of bread and throw it in them on the water. It's fun!".
There were loads of ducks around us and they looked quite hungry.
What a happy swan patiently waiting for a treat!
I've heard that it is bad to feed ducks bread, but one of my earliest memories as a child was feeding the ducks at our local pond, and that helped formed my love for wildlife.
What about you?
My lovelies, hope you have a wonderful weekend! xx
"Listen to your heart. It knows all things, because it came from the Soul of the World, and it will one day return there."
"Why do we have to listen to our hearts?" the boy asked, when they had made camp that day.
"Because, whenever your heart is, that is where you'll find your treasure."
"But my heart is agitated," the boy said. "It has its dreams, it gets emotional, and it's become passionate over a woman of the desert. It asks things of me, and it keeps me from sleeping many nights, when I'm thinking about her."
"Well, that's good. Your heart is alive. Keep listening to what it has to say."
To be continued...
I find the above excerpt from Paulo Coelho's book, The Alchemist, to be incredibly inspiring. Most definitely something I needed to read today. Thought I'd share it with you. xx
P.S. This is the fascinating story of Santiago, a shepherd boy who dreams of travelling the world to seek the most wonderful treasures known to man.
When I was in Plymouth, UK almost a month ago, I went on a walk around town. This particular day I set out later than usual.
As I turned around to come back home dusk began falling and the dark settled in more quickly than I expected. The familiar shapes of houses, and the street lighting along the road became transformed by shadow into objects I've never seen before. I thought to myself, I may have strayed into the bad end of town...oh, that's really, really, really scary. But luckily the house where I stayed was too close to a busy road so the best thing to do was to hasten home.
Everything looks so different in the dusk. The scenery becomes more profound, charming and enchanting.
Everything took on a spooky aspect against the setting sun and dimming light.
It was purely magical.
Yes, I did have a scary experience, but I was lucky enough to take some good (to my mind) photos. That walk at dusk certainly paid off! xx
Views of St. James's (with 's!) Park- the oldest of the Royal Parks of London near Buckingham Palace.
I was particularly drawn to the beautiful fall colours which were brilliant and wonderful when I was there in person, so I thought I'd definitely photograph them.
I love autumn. I love the colours, the smell, the cool and crisp days of fall. I'm always in awe of trees painted brightly.
But Nature has a spectacular show to offer us in each season...
Aw, this little one is so darn cute! I wonder what was he thinking?
Plymouth Barbican, Devon, England.
September 19, 2011. International Talk like a Pirate Day is a holiday when everyone in the world would talk like a Pirate... Ohhh arrr! Ahoy, Matey! means hello in the Pirate language...funny, isn't it?
Like many people I was fascinated by pirates as a child. I think the idea of pirates has actually been romanticized nowadays.
Were you fascinated by pirates as a youngster? Would your kids freak out at the sight of them you think?
My lovelies, hope you have an arrr, great weekend! xx