Category Archives: Seasons
that’s the whole point….
Aside from forgetting the names of people, things, places and events during conversations, which failing I have decided is probably a good thing, my memory is as good as the gear box in a rarely used classic car; hard to … Continue reading
Not a winter wooly….
Today is the day when winter, dragging it’s damp and weary feet, limps off the stage for another year. As with trains, the beginning and ending of seasons are subject to a clear timetable, yet they arrive when least expected … Continue reading
The weatherman said rain today…
In fact it didn’t rain at all, which was disappointing as it meant that I had to make a pale imitation of nature’s work. I had planned to do a speculative shot of flowers through a rain drop covered window … Continue reading
Parmesan, bread and oil…
As the year moves relentlessly forward, signs of the ineluctable change of season make themselves known. The leaves begin to fall, and I begin to chop and saw wood. It would be untrue to say that I look forward to … Continue reading
It is a far, far better thing that I eat now……
There is a smokiness in the air that is sending me the clear message that it’s time to start bringing in fire wood. A mountain of good, dry wood has been delivered and all that remains to be done is … Continue reading
Rain is a four letter word…
“I like it like rain water, my dear” was the standard reply given by a favourite aunt when asked how she took her tea. Unlike Arthur’s cake, this cup, which someone left out in the rain, retained its recipe and … Continue reading
Death of a chainsaw…..
The chain saw stopped sawing. There was no apparent struggle against going into that dark night, it just stopped making a noise, let its chain turn powerlessly for a couple of rotations and entered eternal rest.The giving up of its … Continue reading
50 shades of Grey’s Elegy……
On a soft balmy day, what remained of last winter’s logs were split and stacked in the outhouse yesterday to make space for the delivery of this year’s firewood. This chore has been the first physical indication of the slow, … Continue reading
It’s not summer so it must be Autumn….
Time waits for no man but makes the exception for Photoshop. The season is ineluctably changing even though the band has not yet struck up for the dance of death. Peaches are still ripening in nearby trees whilst other species … Continue reading