Jasmine Cascade .
Vines of the Priorat.
Music is the wine which inspires one to new generative processes, and I am Bacchus who presses out this glorious wine for mankind and makes them spiritually drunken. Ludwig van Beethoven. The wine growing region that is the Priorat .
Hadrians Wall . Looking Back
We have an unknown distance yet to run, an unknown river to explore. What falls there are, we know not; what rocks beset the channel, we know not; what walls ride over the river, we know not. Ah, well! we may conjecture many things. John Wesley Powell
Butterfly takes a drink .
The mark of your ignorance is the depth of your belief in injustice and tragedy. What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the Master calls the butterfly. Richard Bach.
The air soft as that of Seville in April, and so fragrant that it was delicious to breathe it. Christopher Columbus .
Daffodils, blossom and tulips jostle to the front of the stage in April. I love these early perennials: they may be more modest but they nearly all have that one special quality that a plant needs to transform your affections from admiration to affection - charm. Monty Don.
There is no glory in star or blossom till looked upon by a loving eye; There is no fragrance in April breezes till breathed with joy as they wander by. William Cullum .
The problem is not scientifically illiterate kids; it is scientifically illiterate adults. Kids are born curious about the natural world. They are always turning over rocks, jumping with two feet into mud puddles and playing with the tablecloth and fine china. Neil deGrasse Tyson
A curious spot said to be haunted by the ghost of Jan Tregeagle no less
God writes the Gospel not in the Bible alone, but also on trees, and in the flowers and clouds and stars. Martin Luther
Daffodils on a cornish hedge .