healingwords: poetry for the soul

I have been fascinated today reading about the colour magenta. We recognise this shade of pinky purple in nature, mainly in the beauty of numerous flowers but officially there is no such colour. Magenta can not be seen on the visible spectrum of light as it does not actually exist, only as a combination of equal amounts of blue and red light. I admit to finding this concept difficult as I can see it does exist so if you are interested I advise you to read more and meanwhile enjoy the amazing beauty we find in nature.

As the bluebells in northern woods start to fade I remember my walks in Warwickshire. In Crackley Woods with my parents and children, in Berkswell near my childhood home and in Wainbody Wood with my dear friend. They remain a sweet thorn of loss as the pleasure of the memories and the beauty of the scenes shared by so many is tinged with sadness that I will never share them with my parents again. 

With the need to keep as active as possible despite the heat and humidity, I am enjoying more gentle walks in the hills. I am amazed by the continually changing variety of plant life, flowers blooming and being replaced by something new. These odd thistle type plants were spreading along the dust paths and I need to return to see if the green flowers will be painted in colour.  © 2019 Jacqueline Knight Cotterill.  All rights reserved.