Vesna Armstrong Photography

  "I heard a bird sing In the dark of December. A magical thing And sweet to remember." - Oliver Herford -  After the rain dusk from the Revd Brontë's Bedroom at the Brontë Parsonage Museum, Haworth Haworth's Enchanting "Cabinet Of Curiosities" Shop Haworth Main Street After Dark Christmas Time Christmas Decorations At the Brontë Parsonage Museum Haworth Old Post Office Window At Christmas Misty Sunshine On Bridgehouse Beck, Haworth December on Haworth Moor, Brontë Country New Year's Eve morning at the Brontë Parsonage Museum Winter At Heptonstall, Hebden Bridge 

 

  “The Autumn day its course has run – the Autumn evening falls, Already risen the Autumn moon gleams quiet on these walls, And Twilight to my lonely house a silent guest is come, In mask of gloom through every room she passes dusk and dumb. Her veil is spread, her shadow shed o’er stair and chamber void, And now I feel her presence steal even to my lone fireside, Sit silent Nun – sit there and be, Comrade and Confidant to me.” ~ Charlotte Brontë ~

 Wandering around the old streets of Thornton, a village near Bradford, where my perpetual muses, the literary Brontë Sisters were born at the beginning of 19th century, I stumbled upon a little heaven on earth which is Sapgate Community Gardens . It is a gorgeous nature spot with beautiful elevated views  where the locals plant whatever they fancy for everyone's enjoyment. The gardens are a precious gem every village should have, especially in today's climate where an urgent need has arisen for humankind to reclaim its connection and appreciation of nature in order to preserve itself.  "Plant like your life depends on it, for it does." ~ Colette O'Neill, Bealtaine Cottage ~