Thursday, 30 October 2008

From My Window.

All memory of summer has gone. The colours have faded, washed away, bleeding into the autumn earth. 
And now, outside my window all is silver and softest grey, the only warmth the dry bronze of the reeds stitched across my view.

Yesterday, a day to stay home, a poorly babe to nurse. We light a fire, and silence drifts around us, with only the scratch of pencil against paper,  the rustle of turning pages. 

And as we sit we watch the mountains recede into a cloud of white haze, a curtain drawn between us.



And then, as though on cue, the sun, to light up the powdered mountain. The mountain called the Sugar Loaf. Now sprinkled with sugar-snow, a little bit of magic to brighten our day.


Snow. And it is still October. And last Halloween they watched the fireworks in their pajamas, unseasonal warmth keeping us out in the dark, holding back the winter.

Just that little bit.

7 comments:

Here, There, Elsewhere... and more said...

Beautiful photos - we're having the same kind of weather, apparently moving south from the British Isles (and Ireland) and I remember last autumn we were still eating out in the evenings..!

I know Christmas is a long way off;
but, I just couldn't wait...

I'm in the midst of gift-wrapping an early, early Christmas present for all my delightful favourite bloggers - it'll be ready this evening if you'd like to pop by my blog anytime after that and pick it up..:)

Pamela Terry and Edward said...

Such an atmospheric passage, and the photos are so beautiful. Winter is at the door a bit early for us as well. No snow, but quite cold and windy. Edward is such a happy boy!

docwitch said...

Gorgeous images and writing. I'm getting so much from reading your lovely blog.

Just gave you a little award over on my blog as a gesture of appreciation : )

Emma said...

Beautiful, Ciara.

It seems we are having the same arctic weather here in Alabama. Just two weeks ago we were canoeing on the delta in swimsuits and shorts, and suddenly it is below freezing at night. The thermometer read 0.7C as I was getting ready to cycle to work Wednesday. Crisp and sunny.

Maria Rose said...

I love your descriptive writing style.

Cait O'Connor said...

Thank you for calling by my place. Your blog looks so 'up my street', I shall have to spend a long time visiting, there is much to read and enjoy.

ruthie said...

Ciara, hello to you from across the water. i so love the tales you tell that are your wonderful blog, you paint beautiful pictures with your words & images. magical. and a year at your backdoor is a joy *ruthie*