In a world of bustle and change there is always stillness
Outside, it has been a mild day: mild but moist. The air scarcely breathes: a stark contrast to yesterday’s winds. But whilst yesterday was wild and spirited, today seems damp and tired. Listless.
As I approached the post box at the top of the hill this morning, I met Peter, our farming neighbour, and his son, Edward. There was clear evidence on the road of their most recent task: the cows had been brought in. Were they coming in for the winter?
Out of sight a cow bellowed mournfully. If she has begun her winter incarceration, it will be many months before she and her sisters are once again on the valley slopes. The view from here will have emptied. Our view is never quite in harmony when the cows have gone. Continue reading “The view from here: a Tuesday in October”
The choice is limited for my parallel series of posts: An A – Z of those I own. I really don’t have that many books sitting unread on the shelves so there’s not that many to choose between for each letter. The choice for An A – Z of those I don’t own but would like to read is a little more daunting. There is a such a thing as too much choice. But here we go… Continue reading “An A – Z of those I don’t”
After all, I only get one crack at this next decade!
I’ve been in a dilemma. I want to write a birthday blog yet why would anyone want to read it? I remind myself that essentially one blogs for oneself. But the purpose of publishing is that others should read what is published, and if there is an audience, then surely the audience deserves consideration. And really – can I expect anyone to want to read about my birthday? So with the subject matter made clear, feel free to move along if birthdays aren’t your thing. Continue reading “The View from Here: when life doesn’t quite go as planned”
The urge to blog is definitely on the rise – as is the urge to play with lists and books. A rifling through the shelves, another list, another couple of hours idled away. But idled with much enjoyment. Continue reading “An A – Z of those I own”
Swallows gathering in a group for a gossip is new to me. It makes me smile.
September has gone and with it go the swallows. I last saw them on September 15th, strung along the telephone wires, motionless against the wind and the rain. With windscreen wipers beating a steady rhythm under sullen skies, I drove beside chains of swallow-shaped silhouettes hung like cut-out paper dolls. Continue reading “Hirundine Diaries”
The cycles of life don’t change; they continue to turn steadily.
Four months to the day since my last post! For the past little while it has been exceedingly quiet in my corner of the blogging world. But just recently, for the first time in weeks, I’ve felt the stirrings of an urge to write and the brainpower to follow it through. That has to be a good thing. Continue reading “The View from Here – April to August. Focusing on the Good Things”
What will be the colour of April that I’ll remember when this month wanes?
“Oh to be in England now that April’s there… “
I think Browning would have yearned particularly for April in England year: in this corner of England at least. Continue reading “The View from Here: the rhythms of life”