Cast in gold
It has been a long winter, too many grey days, too cold, spring too slow in arriving.
But I think perhaps I have been too busy of late, too occupied with other things. For at some point in the last few weeks the days have grown longer, the sun has climbed higher and grown warmer.
Whilst preparing dinner I suddenly realised that the kitchen was bathed in golden light. It flooded in at every window, painting everything it reached. I stopped my rushing, picked up my camera and took the time to notice and drink it up, to relish and luxuriate in the moment.
Shafts of golden light fell upon the emerging buds of the young apple tree branch cut down by overzealous neighbours and placed optimistically in a jug of water.
The old wooden pew was brushed with a warm glow, the wood made warm and welcoming in that magical light.
The bowl of fruit turned golden, bathed in sunlight.
Light danced in the corners of my kitchen that day, it was brief but glorious, I felt filled with hope.
It has been a long winter, too many grey days, too cold, spring too slow in arriving.
But I think perhaps I have been too busy of late, too occupied with other things. For at some point in the last few weeks the days have grown longer, the sun has climbed higher and grown warmer.
Whilst preparing dinner I suddenly realised that the kitchen was bathed in golden light. It flooded in at every window, painting everything it reached. I stopped my rushing, picked up my camera and took the time to notice and drink it up, to relish and luxuriate in the moment.
Shafts of golden light fell upon the emerging buds of the young apple tree branch cut down by overzealous neighbours and placed optimistically in a jug of water.
The old wooden pew was brushed with a warm glow, the wood made warm and welcoming in that magical light.
The bowl of fruit turned golden, bathed in sunlight.
Light danced in the corners of my kitchen that day, it was brief but glorious, I felt filled with hope.
Comments
Best wishes.
happy spring!
Your pictures are gloriously golden . . . encouraging me to alliterative excesses.
From now until the end of June, every day will be lighter still. I love, love, love this time of year.
That hopeful feeling is seriously welcome, isn't it?
ginny x