A little festive fun. Red winter berries seem more vibrant this year. Green leaves quiver in the wind. We walk amongst the spruce and pine, sighing with their creaky bough songs, listening to green needles tingle.
There may be snow for Christmas. Candles bright in windows. The sky darkens quickly in the afternoon. Stars visit twinkling early in the winter night.
Are the bees warm in the bamboo, wire and pine cone insect hotel? The birds have removed the sheep’s wool from the fences to line their nests.
We are wrapped up in our own soft wool. We smile. With the other animals we slow down, later we may hibernate.
Deer rush down from the mountains of Harris and the broad swathes of moorland drawn by the fresh, new growth of grass to soar over fences. And so it is with us humans. Deep inside we run with the deer; we too feel the machair sap rising and in the rhythm of the tide, the …
The wind is howling, the rain is lashing our faces. Suddenly it is dark when last week it was light. Sunless days have arrived with Autumn. And we love it. The fire is lit and tended with care. Wool blankets and downy quilts warm our bodies while good company and laughter warm our hearts. Mellow …
All is on the wane here; the long grass falls dry and soft yellow, sunlight is dimmed in the morning, the wind is colder. At the same time the bramble berries are bursting with plump ripeness and the Rowan berries shine red in the twilight as crows squawk in delight at them. We fall into …
Winter: woolly berry, spruce and ice festive holidays
A little festive fun. Red winter berries seem more vibrant this year. Green leaves quiver in the wind. We walk amongst the spruce and pine, sighing with their creaky bough songs, listening to green needles tingle.
There may be snow for Christmas. Candles bright in windows. The sky darkens quickly in the afternoon. Stars visit twinkling early in the winter night.
Are the bees warm in the bamboo, wire and pine cone insect hotel? The birds have removed the sheep’s wool from the fences to line their nests.
We are wrapped up in our own soft wool. We smile. With the other animals we slow down, later we may hibernate.
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