The painting is called In fairyland by Charles Rennie Macintosh. Fairyland, is it at the bottom of the garden or in a distant forest.
At the bottom of my garden is the shed, a place to sit and a bower of trees. A huge Chestnut tree over the fence looms providing a resting place for squirrels common grey ones of course, wood pigeons, two quite large ones actually who like to sit, just watching for most of the day and a number of feathered visitors.
Beyond the tree in the grass a thrush stands waiting, head moving a little from side to side its mate is a little way off he stares at her but she seems to be ignoring him a lovers tiff I think.
In my garden two busy blackbirds are constantly patrolling looking for food, a drink and a bath which they love. A robin comes visiting regularly and flits from tree to tree merrily. Blue tits visit for a drink occasionally but don’t stay. Finches come in a little group but this has become a rare special treat.
Last but not least not in value but maybe in size is the beautiful little wren. Who hides in the trellis and comes for a drink when he thinks no one is around. I haven’t seen a fairy yet, perhaps they hide among the butterflies in summer, I will take an extra special interest in them next year you never know!
At the bottom of my garden is the shed, a place to sit and a bower of trees. A huge Chestnut tree over the fence looms providing a resting place for squirrels common grey ones of course, wood pigeons, two quite large ones actually who like to sit, just watching for most of the day and a number of feathered visitors.
Beyond the tree in the grass a thrush stands waiting, head moving a little from side to side its mate is a little way off he stares at her but she seems to be ignoring him a lovers tiff I think.
In my garden two busy blackbirds are constantly patrolling looking for food, a drink and a bath which they love. A robin comes visiting regularly and flits from tree to tree merrily. Blue tits visit for a drink occasionally but don’t stay. Finches come in a little group but this has become a rare special treat.
Last but not least not in value but maybe in size is the beautiful little wren. Who hides in the trellis and comes for a drink when he thinks no one is around. I haven’t seen a fairy yet, perhaps they hide among the butterflies in summer, I will take an extra special interest in them next year you never know!
