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July (Dog) Days

A Calendar of Haiku - July

 thunder clouds 
shadowing mountains
a buzzard calls

One of the more vocal birds of prey, the buzzard, often gives a mewing call during one of its trademark broad-winged thermal-riding soars ...

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A Birch Tree Sings

A Birch Tree Sings

There was a time, in my early 20s when, like Richard Jefferies, I lived and worked in a town (near London). I had an upstairs flat in an old Victorian house. Outside, on the other side of the road, was a Birch tree ...

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Sweeping the Sky

Sweeping the Sky - Reimagining Richard Jefferies (Part 3)

There is sunshine to-day, after rain, and every lark is singing. Across the vale a broad cloud-shadow descends the hillside ... The sunshine follows—the warmer for its momentary absence.

The Hills and the Vale - 1909

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The Hawk in the Wind

Reimagining Richard Jefferies (Part 2)

[…] See—the hawk, after going nearly out of sight, has swept round, and passes again at no great distance; this is a common habit of his kind, to beat round in wide circles. As the breeze strikes him aslant his course he seems to fly for a short time partly on one side, like a skater sliding on the outer edge[…]

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Distant Hills

Wood on the Downs , 1929 Paul Nash

Originally posted on March 28, 2019 @ 10:06 am

Distant Hills - Reimagining Richard Jefferies (Part 1)

Walking in the footsteps of Richard Jefferies ... “I was not more than eighteen when an inner and esoteric meaning began to come to me from all the visible universe, and indefinable aspira­tions filled me. I found them in the grass fields, under the trees, on the hill-tops, at sunrise, and in the night. There was a deeper meaning every­where. The sun burned with it, the broad front of morning beamed with it; a deep feeling entered me while gazing at the sky in the azure noon, and in the star-lit evening —' The Story of my Heart’.”

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