Made Naked, and as such down does fall the *Futile Crop*

November has come, with rain and the mist, though not particularly cold. . 

The trees are starting to loose their cloth,  especially the limes trees who stand on The Avenue outside of the Under Gardener’s Lodge. 

As you can see, looking up and through the gates

how naked they are becoming

While those around them in their last moments of grandeur sit huddled together

But they sure look pretty…

 So as I and Shea make our way up the Lime Tree Avenue,  we turned back to look down the Avenue, and as the trees have lost so much of the mantle you can now see how close to the Town centre we really are.

Through the skeleton branches  you can see the office blocks, amidst the grey dull day.

As we follow the path a little further up, then turn, and look across the damp and muddy playing fields, you get a clearer sight of the Town center, with all of it landmarks

Walking further up the hill we eventually come to the Children’s Adventure Playground, though Sadly no Children playing there today….

.

As we walk a little further up from the Playground, you hit the Top of the Hill, saying hello to the few other dog walkers….

we come to the open space and the viewing platform and where the panorama just opens up.

From here you get the most fantastic view again look across and down to the Town Centre, but also all across to the far Moors,  Westwards and where on a clear day, you can see the peaks.


From there you get a wonderful view of The Centre in the Park, nestled in amongst the trees

Walking back down home  under the wonderful canopy of trees is always magical, but in the mist and the rain, when there is no one else around, it always feels like our own piece of Heaven.


Walking back down the  carpets of leaves, * ‘delicate,  touched with gold and grey’*

*’A Futile Crop!’*

*’Dead leave unlike the rows of hay,

Delicate Touched….’*

Then Homeward bound…

and ready for a bowl of  Home Made, Hot and Spicy Sweet Potato and Butternut Squash Soup…**

* Taken from ‘A Dead Harvest’ by Alice Meynell , Poems of To-Day  published by Sidgwick & Jackson, 1917

** Recipe to be posted

©2011 Shullie H Porter.  All Rights Reserved.*

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About Keeper of the Keys

I'm a 50 plus [ how time flies] multifaceted, oxymoron, who can never really make her mind up. A Witch, a Follow of the Goddess, a Medium, ( I'll talk to anyone dead or alive), a 'wanna be' Writer, a disorganised Blogger, Cake Baker, Jam Maker, Trainee Patchwork-er and Keeper of the Keys for The Under Gardener's Lodge. Mother Grandmother and Wife. I'm fascinated and excited by many things, and therefore could be called eclectic or even eccentric, though some have not been that polite. I live in this Beautiful Magical Lodge with my husband Lou, our rather large dog, Shea and a few other previous residents, who come and go. And like many women of a certain age - I like purple [ and some how pink!] rather a lot!
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5 Responses to Made Naked, and as such down does fall the *Futile Crop*

  1. Pat says:

    I enjoyed the walk with you, what an enchanting place.
    Love to both
    Pat

  2. Lorraine says:

    I also should add that if you have Lime Trees (Tillia) in your back garden, the leaves and blossoms will make you some beautiful and healthgiving tea when the seasons roll round again

  3. Lorraine says:

    Beautiful words and pictures and it makes me miss the place so much even though I was there for less than 24 hours just last week. I’m Durham born, bred and buttered but this city has welcomed me and warmed me to the heart and is very special to me

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