It rained all day yesterday and now it is soggy, sitting quietly absorbing and feeling the wetness, letting it ooze and lie, and a little get teased out by the shallow sun. The hawthorn tree is adorned with jewels of raindrops again, like semiluscent pearls. It is a Sunday morning and you can feel the Sabbath peace calming the air. read more »
Sunday. How quiet it is here although there are distant rumbles and sirens. The birds, too, are quiet, I wonder why? It is 9.30, it is light and the clouds are scudding from and not to the east. The sky is a filled layer of cloud but you can see the movement by the variation in tone and texture. There is a brightness in the sky, holding as it does the sun’s absent treasure and here read more »
