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Life, crafty stuff, long walks, thoughts, and little oddities.


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Advent Calendar

You’ll find my Advent Calendar for this year here…. enjoy!

https://evasadventcalendar.wordpress.com/2019/12/02/2nd-december-2019/


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Two-toned leaves

The world is dripping, a slow incessant beat which drums on my head as I walk. Squelching along the track. Splashing through puddles, mud-skipping as I go. There lies a jewel of autumn, a two-toned leaf. Cradled in the damp moss, colours gleaming in the rain light. A reward for the walk; a treasure to savour.

 

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Autumn rainbow

Autumn arrived on a gust today. Weather swinging from sunshine to showers and back again. A rainbow arcs over the house, colours bright against the glowering sky. I dash out between showers, trying to beat the rain. Race home through the raindrops, splashing in puddles. And rest in the changing times.


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Conkers in the sunshine

This lunchtime I seized the chance. Went out into the autumn sunshine, and strolled through the castle park, sun warm on my face. There a horse chestnut tree stands, proudly bearing its treasure. And on the ground, nestled in the long grass, a conker glows russet brown. I cradle it in my palm, caress the silky smooth surface. Wander back to work, taking with me the memory of warmth; of sunshine and glowing colours; of pausing time to treasure.


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A resting place

A late walk this morning

Creates a different world.

The light on the water

Strikes and bounces

Illuminating hidden crevices at the river edge.

A sudden splash in the water

Shows the leap of a fish.

The wagtail is nowhere to be seen

In its usual spot.

The wild barley glows golden in the sun

And there, nestled in the seedhead

A ladybird seeks its rest.

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New Year

New Year’s Day passes in a blur..  faces… food… fireworks… services… and dancing. A whirling, spinning beginning. Dashing White Sergeant, Gay Gordon, Boston Two-step, Eightsome Reel, Strip the Willow, Highland Schottische, The Waves of Torry. Outside the snow whirls and twirls in harmony, leaving a carpet of white on the ground. We step out into quiet and calm ; breathe in the air. Footsteps crunch as we walk home. Clear skies and bright stars overhead. A melody for the New Year.