Observe. A teeny, tiny crocus has reared its head in the garden under the birch tree. Poking through the snow, adjacent to a singular snowdrop, the bright yellow bud looks almost fluorescent in the palate of ice whites, muted greys and browns that accompany bad weather here in the UK. It’s as if my eyes… Read More Observe
Hello, October A little October update 🙂 Well, suddenly it’s October. Another new month in this slightly dystopian world, and the sun is shining, the builders in the house in front are having a loud discussion about eggy bread, and autumn is in the air. So it’s not so bad, all things considered. If you… Read More Hello, October
Summer is sliding away through my fingertips. As much as I try and grasp onto warmth, the temperature continues to fall. As much as I squeeze daylight tight in my fists, the nights are dimming quicker than I can measure. I raise my head and try and trick myself that I’m looking forward to crisp leaves… Read More Fadeaway
I managed a little walk today. And yesterday, and the day before. I’ve been thinking about making a change for a while. Last year was a shocker. The previous ones weren’t so great either. And a little walk, each day, sounds just lovely. Beginning to move stiff joints. Clearing out the cobwebs from my brain,… Read More Momentum
It’s warm today, but not the searing heat of weeks past. Muted, warmth in the breeze, echoing the gentleness that hangs in the air. Plants still flower but without the vigour and brightness of high summer. Smaller flowers, duller tones. Leaves begin to droop, ever so slightly, as they cling to the parting waves, echoes… Read More Last breaths of summer
Call. I awake excited, impatient, not knowing a reason. A thin breeze trickles in through the window, left ajar through the night. It carries with it the crork of crows, the titter of sparrows, the scent of a January unseasonably warm. I lie and inhale and then I know my feeling. Outdoors is calling me… Read More Call
Cocoon. It’s around this time of year that I frequently find myself in a coffee shop, in an oversized hoodie that hangs down to my knees, strong, black coffee curling steam into the air. I often find a spot beneath heaters and breathe in bread and beans, conversation and laughter, food and flour. October… Read More Cocoon
The leaves of the silver birch rustle delicately in a lukewarm breeze, rippling shadows onto the grass, rippling sea song to my ears. My eyes take in translucent stream lazily curling from a patterned mug, dark strong coffee cooling slowly from rosebuds and clay. A juvenile robin explores under the blackcurrant bush, a ball of… Read More Time to change
Autumn. That season of slowing, winding, stillness that creeps its way unnoticed into our minds. Naturally, the human rhythm quietens, in time with nature, in tune with the earth, as for millennia. The food we cook, the clothes we wear…we nest and burrow, readying for the cold months, the darkness, preparing our bodies and minds,… Read More The season