and the rain came down
I walked the dogs upon my immediate return from the school drop off this morning. And thank goodness I did for the wild and windy start has turned to wild and wet.
This morning the wind blew noisily through the trees, it roared in our ears like a woodland ocean. The dogs were skittish, running this way and that, their noses quivering with the excitement of the smells being blown their way.
We crunched along a carpet of gold, brown and red, the leaves were thick upon the woodland floor but the trees still glowed a little in the morning light. The dogs ran on, the wind at their heels, twisting and turning, a spring in their step, their tails held high.
I think we may have enjoyed the the last of the golden walks, falling leaves were swirling through the air as we quickened our pace, the wind was cold and in the more northerly facing parts of the woods I heard it speak, through the roar, it whispered winter to me.
And now, a few hours later, I sit at my desk and I can see the wind spoke the truth. The rain is pouring, the fallen leaves will be brown and sodden in no time at all. My nose is cold, my feet chilled too. Now I must go to my kitchen, my winter safety net, the best place to be. It is definitely a day to stand by a warm stove. A pot of soup and freshly baked bread. Mood food.
I walked the dogs upon my immediate return from the school drop off this morning. And thank goodness I did for the wild and windy start has turned to wild and wet.
This morning the wind blew noisily through the trees, it roared in our ears like a woodland ocean. The dogs were skittish, running this way and that, their noses quivering with the excitement of the smells being blown their way.
We crunched along a carpet of gold, brown and red, the leaves were thick upon the woodland floor but the trees still glowed a little in the morning light. The dogs ran on, the wind at their heels, twisting and turning, a spring in their step, their tails held high.
I think we may have enjoyed the the last of the golden walks, falling leaves were swirling through the air as we quickened our pace, the wind was cold and in the more northerly facing parts of the woods I heard it speak, through the roar, it whispered winter to me.
And now, a few hours later, I sit at my desk and I can see the wind spoke the truth. The rain is pouring, the fallen leaves will be brown and sodden in no time at all. My nose is cold, my feet chilled too. Now I must go to my kitchen, my winter safety net, the best place to be. It is definitely a day to stand by a warm stove. A pot of soup and freshly baked bread. Mood food.
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I felt so sorry for all of the school children, in their bright puffa jackets, almost bent over as they headed into the wind. The leaves were so beautiful, just last weekend, and now they are mostly blown away.
I can see my Pineapple Sage has blown right over and two fence panels are down... Sylvie our Cuckoo Marans hen is moulting, feathers are flying everywhere!!!
Freshly baked bread and knitting sounds perfect.
Celia
There'll be guilt-laden cookies on his arrival home though...
Lovely photos and words, thank you.
We've just got the wild, windy and rain all rolled into one today so the curtains are now shut to stop those pesky draughts and I just about to head into out heart of the home too - dinner time is fast approaching.
Enjoy the rest of the day,
Nina xxx
emily xo
Standing (dripping) by a radiator later on just isn't the same as standing by the stove (do you mean an Aga or some such?).
K x