Pineapple

I have never noticed pink in a pineapple before!f1.8, 1/40s, ISO800

Orchid

Small, delicate looking but tough. 

Flower Moon

During the week just past, there was the flower moon – May’s full moon. Here it is over Edinburgh.

Sunset Haar

It’s quite unusual to get a sunset haar. It changes the nature of something that is cold and damp and depressingly common on sunny days when the wind comes off the North Sea.

Lighhouse, John Burnside 2002

So let the mist come down, let there be haar,
long afternoons of drizzle, months of fog,
that we might know ourselves
–such as we are–

The Wren

Why is the cuckoo’s melody preferred

And nightingale’s rich song so fondly praised

In poet’s rhymes? Is there no other bird

Of nature’s minstrelsy that oft hath raised

One’s heart to ecstacy and mirth as well?

 

John Clare

Silent Tunnel

Are you bowed down in heart?
Do you but hear the clashing discords and the din of life?
Then come away, come to the peaceful wood,
Here bathe your soul in silence.

Deep in the Quiet Wood  James Weldon Johnson

The Smiths

Francis, Andrew and Annie.

This most simple of stones was only 15 – 20 centimetres tall, and sitting on it’s own. I pressume its a childrens’ grave – but there is no sign of any family nearby and no space for dates or ages.

Family Ties

One of the fantastic things about so much infromation being available  on-line is that one can piece together stories of those in cemetries. Perhaps it takes away from just imagining their lives, but personally I find it adds to the story.

Helen Cecilia Thomson, married Benjamin Bell in 1827. Her brother, James Gibson Thomson, married her sister-in-law, Grace Hamiton Bell in 1831. Benjamin died in the Isle of Man in 1843, with Helen living until she was 73 in the 1870’s.

James ran the family’s wines and spirit merchant business based at The Vaults in Leith, now the home of the Scottish Malt Whisky Society.

Nineteen

Warriston Cemetry has a number of Commonwealth War Graves that have been cleared of the surrounding undergrowth.

Archibald Douglas McLaggan was only 19 years old when he died in 1916. His parents lived at Raeburn Place, Edinburgh.

Feeding Time

It looks like we might have a robin’s nest in the garden! They’ve been flying round all day with lot’s of grubs. This caterpillar looks tasty!