Wordsworth was a prolific poet, but even if you are unfamiliar with most of them, one in particular must surely spring to mind. Of course, visiting Rydal Mount (refer to yesterday's post if you missed it) in September means no daffodils to wander through, but there was lots else to view, and a couple of the other wonderful poems to contemplate.
I stood by this stump for a while, taking in all the different vegetation that made its home there...
The grounds are laid out in such a manner that one enters 'rooms', areas for different purposes, such as taking the view, sitting in meditation, admiring the house and backdrop, exercising... not just the perambulations that can be taken, but the croquet and - at one time direct line to - swimming in Grasmere Lake itself.
So beautiful series of photos. Loved the post.
ReplyDeletethats so great... we are like this plant... we shrink in rain and we come back when the sun is there ;O)
ReplyDeleteThat stump is indeed glorious. It's the sort of thing that truly is the matk of an established garden - really difficult to fake.
ReplyDeletethe first poem brought tears to my eyes, the 2nd breaks my heart because its true. I WANT THAT STUMP in my yard. wow... love love love the photo. all your photos are stunning today, thanks for the wander in nature, I miss is so much.
ReplyDeleteI hope that is a donkey nose, or possibly a goat. looking forward to where you were. your hat and scarf are so pretty
The gardens are just beautiful and the flowers so pretty and the poetry is wonderful!
ReplyDeleteThanks for taking me to Wordsworth, YAM. It has been far too long since I visited him. I think we have a volume of his works somewhere in the house and I shall set about finding it. I am glad that you showed the stump with all its new life. I never fail to stop to wonder at such profusion and grieve for those who pass it by without the briefest of glances.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poems and your photos are so pretty. It is nice to see a photo of you too. Take care, Happy Friday! Have a great weekend.
ReplyDeleteDear YAM oh my goodness what beautiful lines by Mr. Wordsworth. He was a favorite of my 11th grade English Lit teacher...whose name was Mr. Michael Hamlet...yes real name..he left an impression. He introduced us to many wonderful poets and authors. Always picking the ones that he hoped spoke to teenagers of the mid 1960's. I most enjoyed them too. Every so often he was required to throw in some that did not speak to us.
ReplyDeleteI love your scarf in the last photo and I'm mentally and excitedly geared up
Hugs Cecilia
What beautiful words....and I can definitely see where he got his inspiration!!
ReplyDeleteWhat man has made of man? The question resounds louder today.
ReplyDeleteI studied that poem in school or college.
You sure found lots of beautiful nature and we enjoyed the poems too.
ReplyDeleteYou show the most interesting places!
ReplyDeleteI have loved your romps through Wordsworth's woods and gardens! What a wonderful adventure! Can't wait to see with what comes next! Love B
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