Almost winter's Shortest day The frost liesOn the leeward face.As the low sun traversesAlong the rolling hill topsBarely making it before noon And exiting just as soon.Sun goes down Mist rolls inWe're set for Another Long Night It is14.40 I thought I wouldn't post again till January but I had a bit of spare time … Continue reading Winter Poem
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The Road…
As I drive to my destination along the River Tweed My heart settles...I can see the farmland and the rolling hills Softened by the damp air.It hasn't rained today but everything is still wet from the day before.The winter-green is greener Than I imagined were possible.The buildings, grey, to match the day.It's a two o'clock … Continue reading The Road…
Wintering My Soul
Slow down my SoulDecember is upon us we have experienced first snow of the seasonweather waits for no-oneone afternoon we leftthe house - little flakesfell to the ground and meltedWe arrived at our destinationwhite blanketing the worldwhat an amazing frosty adventure! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=87ba9R4fNgw My Soul is grateful for this seasontime to reflecttime to embraceempty space of … Continue reading Wintering My Soul
My first blog, halfway through the year.
Hello to you all. It is half way through the year and this is my first blog. I have not forgotten about the blog or you; it just hasn’t been a high priority for me with all that has been going on. I am going to give you a short summary of the last eight … Continue reading My first blog, halfway through the year.
Zeverwacht: Out in the Country.
In the last while we got to spend some time out and about in the country for my daughter, Sio, who recently married in London. They plan to come back and celebrate their marriage here in South Africa next year because they have lots of family and friends here. We were tasked with the job … Continue reading Zeverwacht: Out in the Country.
Winter Wonderings.
Home fire burning, By Morag Noffke.African camp fire, by Morag Noffke I like winter: the rain, wind and thunderstorms; long dark evenings of the soul and icy cold morning starts... it's the incubation of my mind. Time for dreaming, time to hunker down* in front of the fire, with trusting companions, my dogs and I … Continue reading Winter Wonderings.
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