*its here*
samhuinn is knocking at the door
~the Indian summer has passed us by and we have had our first frost~
yesterday we walked flynt about 4pm and we were in a shallow valley up on the high heathland~it was cloudy and the wind seemed to come rushing from nowhere and we were so cold.
so cold in fact we cut our walk short to hurry home.
this morning we went out again and although there was no wind it was so chilly~chilly enough to make me smile and embrace the coming months.
the trees here are full of fruit~laden with fruit~the red rose hips and hawthorn berries glow in their hundreds from the trees.
it was the same last year and i remember saying to swampy how we were in for a hard winter~and we did.
layers of ice covered other layers of frost and snow until the whole village was a skating rink of thick ice, covering every path, every road and it lasted not days but weeks.
we could not drive out of the village and at night, standing in the garden, we could hear loud cracking sounds and see continuous bright flashes in the sky. the next day i found it was the tracks of the railway freezing.
*i feel that this year will be the same*
samhuinn is knocking at the door
~the Indian summer has passed us by and we have had our first frost~
yesterday we walked flynt about 4pm and we were in a shallow valley up on the high heathland~it was cloudy and the wind seemed to come rushing from nowhere and we were so cold.
so cold in fact we cut our walk short to hurry home.
this morning we went out again and although there was no wind it was so chilly~chilly enough to make me smile and embrace the coming months.
the trees here are full of fruit~laden with fruit~the red rose hips and hawthorn berries glow in their hundreds from the trees.
it was the same last year and i remember saying to swampy how we were in for a hard winter~and we did.
layers of ice covered other layers of frost and snow until the whole village was a skating rink of thick ice, covering every path, every road and it lasted not days but weeks.
we could not drive out of the village and at night, standing in the garden, we could hear loud cracking sounds and see continuous bright flashes in the sky. the next day i found it was the tracks of the railway freezing.
*i feel that this year will be the same*
6 comments:
Someone at work was saying about Siberian Swans. They have arrived three weeks earlier than last year. I don't much like being cold!
lovely.
how I envy you the brisk cold mornings with that gorgeous description of the hedgerow fruits.. although I am looking forward to warm weather which is still not here. you must keep warm this winter !!
[I might take a Beltane walk.. that is coming up for us]
I agree, I'm sure we'll be ice skating down to school soon :) There was such a chill wind blowing this morning, I've looked out Twiglets hat and gloves for tommorrow - brrrrr
Twiggy x
Think it might be true,,,another hard winter on its way..but at least you are not stuck out in the sticks this time! al
(just waiting to see if Tilly's operation went alright this afternoon, -speying that is. Flynty next?x)
You are so right ... I feel it in the air too and in my bones. I am learning to embrace each and every season, to look forward to the varying months and moods of the year. Lovely to read that you do this too, at least with the winter months :).
xoxox
So many great posts on your page since I last visited :) I haven't been on in a while, been busy this Mabon ;) I love this season and the build up to Samhain, my favorite time. Even here, in these sunny, SoCal mtns., there is crisp bite in the fog that strangely brightens my mood...while everyone else is moaning about the fog, rain and cold. :) Blessings, friend!
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