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Capturing the Sun

Fleeting frost

Ice and light captured

in chaliced leaf

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February Sunset

As slowly light returns

pushing back the boundary

of darkness;

Winter yields to Spring,

As new greens rend the drabness.

Even in seeming chaos

Ordered growth encircles us

Bringing Hope, gentle Gladness

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A constant, gentle drumming on the old slate roof as the grey clouds relinquish their burden of rain over the land. The ribbon of tarmac, a river of rain water rushing into culvert and burn. Yesterday’s frost long forgotten, golden sunsets consumed in greyness. Sea and sky meld into uniform colour, horizon barely visible, hiding the land beyond. But somewhere beyond the clouds the sun is still shining…

From the moss and litter of beech leaves Snowdrops spread in white drifts across the garden. Light in the darkness, brightness in the shadows. Life is filled with contrasts – health, ill-health, gladness, sadness, life or death. So much taken for granted until suddenly confronted by the enormity of a sudden change in circumstances. But on this journey I have discovered it is not a journey walked in solitude but accompanied by a great cloud of witnesses. I’m so grateful and humbled by messages of hope and prayer from all around the world and at home. Surrounded by such good friends and family and the assurance of a loving God who will never leave or abandon us. Tomorrow is another step into the unknown before more surgery. I believe You’re gonna be ok

Thanks for stopping by today

 

 

Christmas candles

Together the Christmas candles

light the winter night…

Flickering lights

Each tiny, flickering flame

consuming darkness…

Solstice candle

While the Solstice candle reminds those far and near

of those we hold dear…

First sunset

Decembers storms are soon forgot

in January’s first, soft sunset…

Snowdrops

‘Neath the leaf litter, pushing forth

Snowdrops mass waiting warmer days…

Croy shore

The New Year stretches her horizons

with new promises and hopes

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Dear readers, I wish each and everyone of you very best wishes for 2017, may you discover new things to make you draw aside in quiet wonder. When the storms of life batter and threaten to overwhelm you, may you find shelter and peace. When the darkness seem impenetrable may the light of Life light your way. When the way ahead is hidden from view, may a true friend walk with you and keep you from falling. When you arrive at that quiet place of calm, whisper your thanks to heaven, reminded that when you felt utterly alone you were held, accompanied by a band of loving friends and companions.

December has been a time of waiting, for tests, for results, for answers. A time of realising that there are some things that I am not able to control. A time when I need to hand myself over to others and trust them. I’ll be away from my blog for a few weeks, while I recover from anticipated surgery. As I’ve never been seriously ill before this is a very new, unexpected journey for us all!

Thank you for all the new follows and for those of you drop by and leave comments and likes. I haven’t been very good at reading your blogs either just now as “Google” has been my best bud in explaining and researching. I will endeavor to check back in as often as I can but please forgive my absence for the next few weeks.

Thanks for stopping by today, wishing you a very blessed 2017

 

First snow

Jack breezes in on the cold North wind

in a flurry of snow and ice;

Roaming the garden on starlit nights,

conjuring magic by pale moonlight;

With arms akimbo, casts his spell

and the ice-flowers grow where the magic fell;

Birling and swirling his wintry cloak

Stripping the leaves from beech and oak;

Summons the star-drops down from the sky

Each tiny leaf to beautify,

Winter sunset

Biding his time till the daylight wanes

Up he springs with a frost refrain –

Fantastic Mr Frost!

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Frost is a bit of a novelty in this part of the world so enjoying its magic!

Happy Thanks Giving  to y’all!

Super moon

 Six a.m. Slide out of bed, feet reach for warm slippers; slip into cosy dressing gown; step out onto the cool landing into bright moonlight. Oscar ‘chirrups’ a gladsome greeting and takes the stairs in threes; runs into the chilly kitchen. Together we stand at the backdoor gazing across the silver lawn, crisscrossed by pale skeletal tree shadows. Bright white light pours through the skylight windows illuminating the kitchen. Os pleads to be let into the garden but far too cold for an early morning foray…

Later, walking gingerly across the frozen grass, he sniffs the air, pink nose bright in the crisp morning. Everything in the garden shines, frosted, etched in silvery-white. How delicate and fragile the flowers appear, frozen, chrystalised, translucent in the low sun…

Rosebuds, sweet peas, tiny tendrils, dusted leaves, powdered ice; now so vulnerable in the wintry air…

Fungi, fringed and frozen, rooted in time, no faeries feasted here of late. No voles or fearless mice; the tiny pitter-patter in the cottage, speaks of refuge from the biting weather…

Calendula and Cosmos hang down their heads, capitulate to the weather as birds gather at the feeders. Crow family stomp fearlessly across the frozen garden, or roost *gallusly in the bare Beech waiting for an opportune moment to snatch a snack!

Thanks for stopping by today – keep cosy winter’s here!

( *Gallus – Scottish – bold, cheeky or flashy)

 Southerly Sunset - November

November sunset descends;

paints the sky with fire 

and frosts the frozen ground …

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Lonely days ahead...

The wind has turned and the cold North wind blows through the trees, suddenly reminded of winters close proximity.The still green leaves pass quickly through copper and gold to rich brown. Flurries of leaves dance across the garden, a deep, crisp, carpet; a satisfying crunch underfoot…

Now the first frost arrives; a flurry of snow, with a bitterly cold wind coaxing, cajoling, withering, drying, prying the leaves from the trees. The garden is alive with hungry birds; a bevvy of blackbirds, a flurry of goldcrests, goldfinch, and a tattle of tits. The hawthorn trees are soon stripped of the haws, the lichen and moss probed for over-wintering insects. No sooner are the feeders filled before the arguments start, the dunnocks and robins content to gather from the ground. Flossy loiters beneath them too hoping for an easy treat….

Even so, the cold dark ground sends forth shoots, the first snowdrops piercing the sunless soil. A few last flowers burst into bloom, calendula golden in the weak sunlight, roses in November and pink lilies. First long winter rains and the little burn rushes by, carrying a flotilla of beech leaves toward the sea on a rush of white water. Three white swans fly overhead and the curlew calls from the field, a sure sign the season is turning.

Inula seed heads

Stark against the muted sky, seed heads offered up to foraging finches, sunflowers submitting to the cold and rain. Dahlias never to flower need dug out and stored, but the moss-lined baskets of viola and cyclamen cheerily open new flowers, sparkling in the evening sun.

Firelight and lamplight, soup and fresh bread, casserole and stew, winter food to feed the body. Poetry, music, reading, writing, time for the soul. Times for reflection and planning and dreaming of next years summer garden. Of being organised and having an orderly garden! Aye, right! 😀

Have a good day, thanks for stopping by!