Thanks Lia and everyone else. Such a precious, wintery week here in the Midlands. Three things:
Keeping company with my shadow and those of the trees on crisp woodland walks; a sky so pure and blue it makes my heart hurt; (though that might also have to do with:) my boy finally returning to University after four generous weeks, and being left with a him shaped hole everywhere I look.
Loving this cold brightness the freezing temperatures have brought ❄️. My 3 things this week;
My first snow this year, felt like a child so excited, watching it from my kitchen window as I sat at the table in candlelight hugging my mug of coffee.
A very, very cold glorious sunny afternoon spent at the local nature reserve, all the water fowl gathered where the breaks in the ice were. A rare sighting of the little owl sunning itself on the wall.
A warm bath by candlelight to warm me up, after a long cold walk listening to Spell Songs. ❄️
On a frosty walk in the park I saw a flock of what I later learnt were Redwings searching for food amongst the leaves, a first for me and such a lovely sight.
A day of workers strikes( no schools / public transport/ roads ungritted) and a frost so hard it didn’t thaw all day meant hunkering down in the house - watching the busy bird feeders , candles lit , books & blankets all round - peak January !
Walking in the woods...the lovely symphony of winter sounds: wind crisping through the leaves, birds chirping, my feet crunching along the trail. I love every step and sound.
Revelling in the close approach of the half moon and Jupiter at night. Loving spotting Venus the next dawn shining over a snow-bedecked city while standing on my roof terrace. Magical.
What a joy to read everyone's comments and picturing such loveliness and comfort for those struggling also. I've noticed so many beautiful little things this week which when added together given me such a boost...frozen puddles in nornally clarty dirt tracks that look like glassy sharks frozen in time...the pure white geese swimming in a line across the River Wear and three white ducks joining the procession from behind hoping they can carry it off without getting busted...a beach fire at low tide on a bright sunny freezing day and the moon reminding me that all is well...sun, sea, fire, ice, the moon and sharing it all with my besty.
Oh the amaryllis ! Having beautiful evening fires and preparing for our annual Burns Supper where we declaim and note the beauty of poetry prose and performance -this year I will tangle the love of roses held by Robert Burns , George Orwell and Benjamin Zephaniah all now members of the Dead Poets Society loved for their care and attention to Nature in their lifetimes both poetically and in their own landscapes 🍃🌱🌿🎼
Attempting an ice picture with leaves in a water filled bowl and watching a blackbird pick them out 1 by 1 to take a bath.
Hot water bottles in bed.
A vat of hot porridge in a morning, mine topped seville Marmalade and nutmeg.
The crunch of frozen ground underfoot.
Freezing nights and clear skies, giving us a rare starry night here in the City (London)
Scraping ice from the INSIDE of the car windscreen
Sorry there's been a lot this week! Xx
Eating enough for four people every day then noticing the scales glaring at me from their corner by the fridge.
Thanks Lia and everyone else. Such a precious, wintery week here in the Midlands. Three things:
Keeping company with my shadow and those of the trees on crisp woodland walks; a sky so pure and blue it makes my heart hurt; (though that might also have to do with:) my boy finally returning to University after four generous weeks, and being left with a him shaped hole everywhere I look.
The night sky in rural Norfolk studded with stars like I’ve not seen for many years since moving to the city of Bath.
Loving this cold brightness the freezing temperatures have brought ❄️. My 3 things this week;
My first snow this year, felt like a child so excited, watching it from my kitchen window as I sat at the table in candlelight hugging my mug of coffee.
A very, very cold glorious sunny afternoon spent at the local nature reserve, all the water fowl gathered where the breaks in the ice were. A rare sighting of the little owl sunning itself on the wall.
A warm bath by candlelight to warm me up, after a long cold walk listening to Spell Songs. ❄️
Frost so thick my young daughters insist it’s snow
Starting each morning with thyme and licorice tea to soothe a sore throat
Beautiful curls of steam pouring from houses and settling down the sunlit morning hills we pass on the school run
Dry winter skin - lots of lotion and lip balm applied!
Loving January for the first time. So many things to see after dark. Having fun like never before lockdown.
On a frosty walk in the park I saw a flock of what I later learnt were Redwings searching for food amongst the leaves, a first for me and such a lovely sight.
A day of workers strikes( no schools / public transport/ roads ungritted) and a frost so hard it didn’t thaw all day meant hunkering down in the house - watching the busy bird feeders , candles lit , books & blankets all round - peak January !
We’ve had a lot of snow. One morning doing yoga to the sunrise these words emerged out of my post Christmas fug.
Ice crystals come to life lit
by the rising sun;
plants and birds quiver.
My daughter’s face smiling through the frosty car window. The icy patterns teasing at the snowflakes that have been forecast.
Walking in the woods...the lovely symphony of winter sounds: wind crisping through the leaves, birds chirping, my feet crunching along the trail. I love every step and sound.
Revelling in the close approach of the half moon and Jupiter at night. Loving spotting Venus the next dawn shining over a snow-bedecked city while standing on my roof terrace. Magical.
What a joy to read everyone's comments and picturing such loveliness and comfort for those struggling also. I've noticed so many beautiful little things this week which when added together given me such a boost...frozen puddles in nornally clarty dirt tracks that look like glassy sharks frozen in time...the pure white geese swimming in a line across the River Wear and three white ducks joining the procession from behind hoping they can carry it off without getting busted...a beach fire at low tide on a bright sunny freezing day and the moon reminding me that all is well...sun, sea, fire, ice, the moon and sharing it all with my besty.
Oh the amaryllis ! Having beautiful evening fires and preparing for our annual Burns Supper where we declaim and note the beauty of poetry prose and performance -this year I will tangle the love of roses held by Robert Burns , George Orwell and Benjamin Zephaniah all now members of the Dead Poets Society loved for their care and attention to Nature in their lifetimes both poetically and in their own landscapes 🍃🌱🌿🎼
Making Seville Orange Marmalade.