The award winning photographer O’Connor was out and about on the roads around Barga this week photographing the recent Vespa outing.
He noticed that most of the wild flowers growing in the fields next to the roadsides this time of year all share the basic violet/purple hue.
Later on in the season they move in to white and yellows but for the moment they all seemed to share the same colour
He photographed a dozen of them in as many minutes.
It’s all I can do to contain my hysteria
At the first sign of pale purple wisteria.
ANCIENT Castle of the Mains,
With your romantic scenery And surrounding plains,
Which seem most beautiful to the eye,
And the little rivulet running by,
Which the weary traveller can drink of when he feels dry.
And the heaven’s breath smells sweetly there,
And scented perfumes fill the air,
Emanating from the green trees and beautiful wild flowers growing there.
There the people can enjoy themselves
And wile away the time,
By admiring the romantic scenery In the beautiful sunshine;
And pull the little daisy,
As they carelessly recline
Upon the grassy green banks,
Which is most charming to see,
Near by the Castle of the Mains,
Not far from Dundee.
Then there’s the old burying-ground,
Most solemn to see,
And the silent dead reposing silently
Amid the shady trees,
In that beautiful fairy dell
Most lovely to see,
Which in the summer season
Fills the people’s hearts with glee,
To hear the birds singing and the humming of the bee.
Kerry wrote as should be writ
Topaz wrote a load of s—elf indulgent rubbish