Lapwing Land, Making Yoghurt, Climbing up Conival.

The Fate of a Molecule in Michael Longley is beautiful enough to honour him.

By this time in May the Sweet Woodruff has almost finished flowering. The Poetry Class also comes to its annual end about this time. 

Several Endings.

A mauled duck appeared on the lawn this morning. Reminded me of this poem, about the idea of nature being beautiful being something of a Trick of the Mind.