Essays Of My life.

Essays of my lifeFriday, April 20, 2012 WINDY RIDGE. Posted by Valerie M Honey. on April 20, 2012 at 3:00pm View Blog Windy Ridge. My Aunt and Uncle's cottage has this view. It is built on a hill in Cornwall and stands one thousand feet above seal level and is twenty miles inland. Lift the latch of the converted stable door and you end up in a sunny parlor. A black coal burning range on your left is my Aunties magic box. Out of this comes the gourmet cooking known only to Cornish or Devonshire men. Quarry men. My favorite dish was, and is, blackberry and apple pie. The sight of that rich, red ruby blackberry juice mingling with the soft green pulp of homegrown apples, stirs my Devonshire blood. The delicacy is always topped off with thick; yellow clotted cream, and adding sparkling white sugar made it sweet and succulent. The early mornings were captivating to a city child as I was in those days . Clambering up onto my lookout post, I had the most spectacular view in the world it seemed. Countryside rolled over sparse green fields, and plunged over and down into valleys of pine and deciduous trees. A river twisted in generous curves along the bottom of the valley looking like a grey wispy piece of veiling, and the trees seemed to always hold the sun in their topmost branches as the morning sun rose, reminding me of coffers of gold. The engulfing silence of theses mornings made me barely dare to breath.In the spring the velvet calls of the cuckoo could be heard deep within the forest. In summer vibrant notes of skylarks soared as they did ,into the blue sky. Autumn brought harsh sounds of ebony winged jackdaws. In winter haunting, poignant cries of gray winged gulls come inland from the mouth of the river Tamar and Plym. This is a little of Windy Ridge, a lonely place. A silent place. A magical Cornish place one thousand feet above sea level and twenty miles inland. by Heather Rowan. (aka Valerie M. Honey) Views: 17 Liked it! 1 member likes this Share Twitter < Previous Post Posted by Heather Rowan at 9:55 PM 0 comments Email ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare to FacebookFriday, April 20, 2012 WINDY RIDGE. Posted by Valerie M Honey. on April 20, 2012 at 3:00pm View Blog Windy Ridge. My Aunt and Uncle's cottage has this view. It is built on a hill in Cornwall and stands one thousand feet above seal level and is twenty miles inland. Lift the latch of the converted stable door and you end up in a sunny parlor. A black coal burning range on your left is my Aunties magic box. Out of this comes the gourmet cooking known only to Cornish or Devonshire men. Quarry men. My favorite dish was, and is, blackberry and apple pie. The sight of that rich, red ruby blackberry juice mingling with the soft green pulp of homegrown apples, stirs my Devonshire blood. The delicacy is always topped off with thick; yellow clotted cream, and adding sparkling white sugar made it sweet and succulent. The early mornings were captivating to a city child as I was in those days . Clambering up onto my lookout post, I had the most spectacular view in the world it seemed. Countryside rolled over sparse green fields, and plunged over and down into valleys of pine and deciduous trees. A river twisted in generous curves along the bottom of the valley looking like a grey wispy piece of veiling, and the trees seemed to always hold the sun in their topmost branches as the morning sun rose, reminding me of coffers of gold. The engulfing silence of theses mornings made me barely dare to breath.In the spring the velvet calls of the cuckoo could be heard deep within the forest. In summer vibrant notes of skylarks soared as they did ,into the blue sky. Autumn brought harsh sounds of ebony winged jackdaws. In winter haunting, poignant cries of gray winged gulls come inland from the mouth of the river Tamar and Plym. This is a little of Windy Ridge, a lonely place. A silent place. A magical Cornish place one thousand feet above sea level and twenty miles inland. by Heather Rowan. (aka Valerie M. Honey) Views: 17 Liked it! 1 member likes this Share Twitter < Previous Post Posted by Heather Rowan at 9:55 PM 0 comments Email ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare to Facebook

WINDY RIDGE. Posted by Valerie M Honey. on April 20, 2012 at 3:00pm View Blog Windy Ridge. My Aunt and Uncle's cottage has this view. It is built on a hill in Cornwall and stands one thousand feet above seal level and is twenty miles inland. Lift the latch of the converted stable door and you end up in a sunny parlor. A black coal burning range on your left is my Aunties magic box. Out of this comes the gourmet cooking known only to Cornish or Devonshire men. Quarry men. My favorite dish was, and is, blackberry and apple pie. The sight of that rich, red ruby blackberry juice mingling with the soft green pulp of homegrown apples, stirs my Devonshire blood. The delicacy is always topped off with thick; yellow clotted cream, and adding sparkling white sugar made it sweet and succulent. The early mornings were captivating to a city child as I was in those days . Clambering up onto my lookout post, I had the most spectacular view in the world it seemed. Countryside rolled over sparse green fields, and plunged over and down into valleys of pine and deciduous trees. A river twisted in generous curves along the bottom of the valley looking like a grey wispy piece of veiling, and the trees seemed to always hold the sun in their topmost branches as the morning sun rose, reminding me of coffers of gold. The engulfing silence of theses mornings made me barely dare to breath.In the spring the velvet calls of the cuckoo could be heard deep within the forest. In summer vibrant notes of skylarks soared as they did ,into the blue sky. Autumn brought harsh sounds of ebony winged jackdaws. In winter haunting, poignant cries of gray winged gulls come inland from the mouth of the river Tamar and Plym. This is a little of Windy Ridge, a lonely place. A silent place. A magical Cornish place one thousand feet above sea level and twenty miles inland. by Heather Rowan. (aka Valerie M. Honey) Views: 17 Liked it! 1 member likes this Share Twitter < Previous Post