Whimsical Wonderment

There is something about the light and presence here in Foxfield Barn, Lechlade. I am staying here for a couple of days with John and his parents before the Magic Number (Me, John & Gary) head off to Gower in Wales tomorrow on a creative adventure. I find this garden magical. A quiet catalyst to row my mind and take the time to slow down and consider. Consider everything. Measure it all up in a fizzy haze.  Not many places have this direct effect on my mood & mind. 

 I find myself in awe when sitting in the garden at twilight, then later under the fairy lights at night in the deepest part of the garden in the patio area, just taking in the surroundings and moving my eyes across the flowers & bushes in a whimsical flow. Those amazing trees, I have often thought J.K Rowling must have seen them and incorporated their contours in Harry Potter. This barn's garden gives me wonderment and I give it all of my thoughts

In The Night - Elizabeth Jennings

Out of my window late at night I gape
And see the stars but do not watch them really,
And hear the trains but do not listen clearly;
Inside my mind I turn about to keep
Myself awake, yet am not there entirely.
Something of me is out in the dark landscape.

How much am I then what I think, how much what I feel?
How much the eye that seems to keep stars straight?
Do I control what I can contemplate
Or is it my vision that's amenable?
I turn in my mind, my mind is a room whose wall
I can see the top of but never completely scale.

All that I love is, like the night, outside,
Good to gazed at, looking as if it could
With a simple gesture be brought inside my head
Or in my heart. But my thoughts about it divide
Me from my object. Now deep in my bed
I turn and the world turns on the other side.