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and wait…

Haloed sun

 In the dwindling light

I wait;

listening for your voice

As far north as the sun will travel

Whispered words of comfort

and calm,

poured out like balm

Raining lightSpilling over 

enfolding, soothing;

lulled to rest


I can never be less than amazed by sunsets, light over the sea falling behind the mountains. Reflected light, playing through the cloud, lighting up the land. Entreating me to stop; pause; pay attention. This too will pass, for one brief moment, be quiet and wait…

Thanks for stopping by –  may you find beauty surrounding you today 


Because I can’t think of a better title!

A new month opening with blue sky and sunshine; by evening driving rain bouncing off the roof-lights; blustering winds testing the mettle of the ancient trees, bending boughs to breaking point. Pine trees swaying in the darkness, sending needles and cones sailing through the air. In the grey half-light of dawn, the wind quieted, trees stood stark and naked. Ground littered with leaves torn from the trees, piled in drifts against the grassy banks. Last remaining flowers bedraggled but defiant. Grey skies and rainbows, watery sun, ever changing sea. Small birds cluster in the garden seeking food and shelter, wren and robin find solace in the shadowed shed.

As a young child, my sister who celebrates a November birthday, was so disheartened  by “November” poems, whether it was Thomas Hood’s “November” or Sara Coleridge’s “The Months” I can’t recall. Do you have favourite November poems?

I’m looking forward to the frosts when the garden will be magically transformed, clear skies and full moon painting the garden with silver light. The crunch of frosted leaves beneath my feet. Rebellious flowers refusing to bow to winters touch, the flash of yellowhammers in the hedgerows. Rainbows over the sea and cloudscapes. Last leaves turned to reds and yellows while the garden rests in winter’s arms, cradled into the quiet earth till spring’s warmth stirs tender shoots to life…

Thanks for dropping by enjoy your day whether you are in the depths of winter or celebrating spring in the Southern Hemisphere!


In Scotland we have a well worn saying; “if you can see the hills it’s going to rain, if you can’t see the hills – it’s raining!”  But when the day opens with a pink parade of cloud, it still makes me smile.


The light over the land and sea is stunning. Sheep graze the pastures, at first light, looking like a strange snowfall.


A few short hours later and the sky turns pink once more….

Some days, the hours dissolve like mist in the sun, unobserved and under appreciated – like a gift left unopened. A diary of meetings, train journeys, a design show. How nice to drive home into the sunset…..

Sunset garden

Dawn, rises pink over the far mountain, causing the sea to blush…

Morning Surprise

A fleeting cloud driven along, reflecting the rising sun casting light in the quiet rooms….

Blue sky

Sunrise to sunset, hours filled with busy-ness. Did we take time to note the change in the air, feel the first frost? Autumn sunrise, falling sun, crescent moon, last bird trills her tune announcing nights return…