The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor
Visited this Garden this weekend and it was being set for a Wedding.
Took my parents and my dad told us about Sir Henry Price the ’50 Shilling Taylor’ who was the last person to own Wakehurst before it was donated to the National Trust and then leased by Kew to be its Garden in the Country. Please read about him here – he was an amazing man.
This is one of the most beautiful Gardens in Sussex. Its huge with Californian Redwoods, a Himalayan Glade, several lakes, the Millenium Seed Bank, several Cafes, Deers, artists in residence and a place to be married
Discovered this quote, looking for something to cheer myself up
“You see, wire telegraph is a kind of a very, very long cat. You pull his tail in New York and his head is meowing in Los Angeles. Do you understand this? And radio operates exactly the same way: you send signals here, they receive them there. The only difference is that there is no cat.” Einstein
Reallise about the rest, there is not much i can do. Eventually it will find a level – perhaps it will get worse before it gets better, but then hopefully it will get better, and its summer
“Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair” ― Kahlil Gibran,