You’ll find my Advent Calendar for this year here…. enjoy!
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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.
Lunar drought
In the lunar drought
The molluscs retreat to the clefts
Nooks and crannies in the rocks
Banded together against a common enemy
Hoarding resources
Until the moon releases her grip
And the life-giving tide floods in.
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.
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.
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.
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.
