It is almost always windy here in the Outer Hebrides and we have few trees for protection. And now in the coolness of Autumn the wind is blowing harder so that everything is refreshed and made to tingle like our skin and glow brighter released from under the weight of things no longer needed. We clear away to prepare for the winter hibernation, warm in our woollens.
The mist-kissed breeze brings the sweet scent of dog roses blooming on the wild hedge near the shore. Their pink and pure white petals lighten the mood of grey clouds. Spring feels almost like Summer this year – the days are hot bringing rumbles of thunder and early butterflies; Small Whites and Small Tortoiseshells find …
Summer in the Outer Hebrides. The sun uplifts us, we’re early to rise and feeling wise. Adventures beckon in the wind gusting off the sea. Sparkles of salt spray drench our smiles. We splash in the cold water and run through the marram grass and red clover, the wild carrot bearing its crowns of seeds …
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 …
Winds of Autumn clearing the debris
It is almost always windy here in the Outer Hebrides and we have few trees for protection. And now in the coolness of Autumn the wind is blowing harder so that everything is refreshed and made to tingle like our skin and glow brighter released from under the weight of things no longer needed. We clear away to prepare for the winter hibernation, warm in our woollens.
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