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“When I admire the wonders of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands in the worship of the creator”

Mahatma Ghandi (1883–1944)

How welcome the pallid winter sun; illuminating the austere beeches;

Stately pines, forever green, sheltered home of tits and finches.

Last, lingering bronzed and brittle leaves tremble on the naked bough,

As new buds, flushed in ruddy hues, adorn the bare limbs now.

Softly falls the evening sun, staining clouds with pastel colour,

As Rooks perform the evening ritual, raucous call from naked spire;

 And cold blows the wind from o’er the snow-capped hills and crested sea,

Driving the feathered visitors, pilgrims from far afield, towards the bield.*

Gradually the dwindling twilight is swallowed up in falling darkness;

Last birds fly with urgent cries, to shelter in ivy covered hedges.

As the rising moon casts silver beams across the frosted lawn,

We retreat inside the cottage, to the flaming, fragrant fire and warmth.

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*Bield – Scottish  – shelter or house

 

“The Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is time for home”

Edith Sitwell (1887 – 1964)

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First snows - leaving already

“November comes
And November goes,
With the last red berries
And the first white snows…”

Clyde Watson

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Friday; bitterly cold and grey but dry, so a quick “recce” to gather up and take stock in the garden after a week of “weather“. Saturday dawned pink and cold with the realisation -“thar’s snow on them thar hills!” But in the dawn light of Sunday morn, snow was already in retreat.

A skein of swans wend their way along the coast, snow white in the morning sun. As small birds fight for food at the feeders, robin chasing the chaffinch and great tits. Wren chatters nervously from the safety of the hedge, as blackbirds gather to strip the hedges of the last few berries. It seems they knew the cold was coming…

Fair weather skies

Sunday bathed in sunshine; blues skies and light cloud.Wrapping up warmly, we receive these days as gifts between the grey, rain-soaked weeks and venture outside. A short afternoon to enjoy the crisp dry day, marveling at the skies and fallen leaves; joining the dog walkers, avoiding the deep, muddy puddles…

Frosty sunset

Sunset falls in brilliant colours; setting sea and sky ablaze, even so the grass and moss are frozen; can we hope for frost or snow? A few weeks hence, sunset will set south of Ailsa Craig, marking the depth of winter and the solstice…

Homecoming

Rooks return to roost, a daily ritual, calling to his neighbors in deep raucous voice, before he too joins them in the fir trees and the garden falls to silent reverie…

Bright moonlight night

Moon-rise behind the trees, casting silver light and pale shadows across the garden. Sky of midnight blue set with a myriad of twinkling stars. Donning warm coats, we step out into the garden, Os held tightly in our arms. Breathing deep the frozen air, with upturned faces, marveling at the inherent beauty of a starlit sky.

Oscar trembles, eyes as big as saucers, sniffing the cold air, amazed at the night garden.  The strange white light and feeble shadows; whispers from the hedge-bank. We crunch over the frozen lawn, setting him down on the freezing ground, he looks surprised. Lifting each foot in turn, before he is gathered up and taken back inside.

Clear and frosty night

Across the bay, lights twinkling in the clear air, making plans to photograph the frosted garden; I wake to hear the wind and rain beating on the roof again. We don’t have seasons here – only weather!

Thanks for stopping by today – enjoy the weather – it’s raining here again !

 

 

 

No more sofa sunsets; as the sun tracks south…

Monday's Sunset

still waters

Been a beautiful day today, and suddenly it’s sunset, rich in golden hues. The sun retreating to the southern end of Arran, poured out like golden oil over the still waters. Bleating of sheep and the occasional seagull’s cry disturb the quietness. Darkness falls more quickly now, swallows and early bats pass each other in the dwindling light. Another day has passed, night comes when no man can work…

 Good night or Good morning dear readers!  

See how nature – trees, flowers, grass – grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence… We need silence to be able to touch souls.
Mother Teresa