Outside the window, the Japanese Anenome's loom out of the darkness, like pale ghosts - illuminated by some ethereal light within. Oh for a better camera, to capture those magic night-time wonders. The juicy-nectarine moon, the snowy white fluffy headed moth on the window, like a fairy dragon steed waiting for a slumbering child to ride away on.
So today, gone at last are the Autumn days that have a memory of summer in them. The chill has arrived, and with it the rooks. There are very few song-birds left now, apart from the loyal robin. And I heard my favourite, the first of this winter, Curlew call over the reeds. It made me pause at the kitchen sink, pause and listen.
The warm light again. Can you tell that this dresser is in dire need of a coat of paint? It is happening very soon, but in the meantime, isn't a bit of warm evening light just the ticket!
This is the view that makes eleven years of washing the dishes at this window a pleasure! Lots of sky. Lots and lots of sky.
The details that make for kitchen bliss.