Welcoming November

November's one of those months that always seems to get a bad rap. Sure it can be a wet, morose, and often sullen month....but there are good things about it...we just have to look a little closer at it....

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Syrupy Summer Light

Shrouded in smoke from the forest fires the garden was still calm without a breeze. Sitting so quietly and waiting like the rest of us for the hope of a cooler summer day. It was one of those remarkable temperate days that stuck in your summer memory, brought out during winters chill when you could no longer feel your fingertips...full of lush green growth, and generously spreading warmth....the rare one that seem to come only as the bookends of summer. Hot syrupy light was poured over everything that night... the kind that is so worth venturing out into the hot night for..the light...it laughed as it swirled among the petals, and wound through the stems of the flowers....glowing amongst soft leaves and glittering off of hard reflective surfaces. The heat radiating outwards, earth smelling of the scorched fabric...like an old-fashioned ironing board. Last week the hummingbirds were all over the Bee Balm, now it's out of fas...

Spring Unfurling

Spring's the master of the reveal, unboxing the season, an expert at creating anticipation, and eagerness in our hearts. Inch by inch the spring thaw releases the grasp of the gritty snow, first from the roads, then the edges of the gardens. Unfurling beauty and forgotten treasures that have remained hidden during the winter season. "Every year one day comes, when, although there is no obvious change in the appearance of trees and hedges, the Earth seems to breathe and it is spring." Elizabeth Clarke It stops you in your tracks... makes you gaze skyward, and to run your eyes down the matted bark of a once bare tree to marvel that what was a slow turning and has now rushed headlong into the full season. Spring beginnings are painted with a muted color palette, the soft greys, and browns of faded frosted foliage, twisted barren branches stark in the sky, but the full throated songs of the birds as they sing in the early morning are not faded. Their tweets a...

Midlife Mountaineers

Each footstep brings us closer to the top of the steep hill, our breath frosty as it gusts out of aching lungs, muscles demanding to stop, but we push forward.... The energy of the dogs who are eagerly leading the way as we edge up the slippery path helps to keep us going. "Break" one of us calls out for a moments rest, and we gratefully stop to recover our breath....Oh.... Thank.....Goood....ness...someone manages to huff out... To read more from this post please click on the image below..... https://spark.adobe.com/page/QaLnI7cO65k2e/ Thanks for visiting Rural's blog, it would be great if you'd leave a comment and say hello. Jen @ Rural

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