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 …
Vibrant emerald green fades quickly to muted dusky brown. Our Hebridean sky becomes more complicated with squally clouds edged in black and orange-red speeding above us. The wind carries wild autumn seeds of Hogweed and Bishop’s Lace that will settle and sow themselves to flower next year. Goldfinches eat the last Self-Heal seeds and sparrows …
Quiet contemplation and contentment. Short days and frosty nights. A coolness of light. The quietness of time spent observing, being aware, noticing the beauty in every tiny moment. I am knitting a sock on tiny needles with rustic 4 ply wool rough against my finger tips. Ice crystals slide down the window glass. Letting all …
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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