The thoughts of me and my dog who used to be Harvey, but is now George, who is Harvey's great-great-great-great-nephew.
Sunday, May 08, 2011
The resilience of nature
As in many parts of the country, areas of Clyne wood have been burned recently. The air is still tinged with the familiar acrid smell.Here and there, amidst the scorched bushes, odd clumps of bluebells survived unscathed. And nature is resilient. New life soon springs out of the devastation.
This wild rose was well away from the fires growing on the remains of the old corporation rubbish tip. I wish you could smell it - the rose not the tip that is.