I am late in updating this blog due to prevailing conditions and unrelenting precipitation.
With weather such as we have been receiving of late, torrents of rainy nights and days interlaced with frost. The sensation of having cold feet seems to be the norm it reaches beyond the cold toes and into the mind, as a sense of glumness, although fortunate and dry in our ancient hilltop home, for the extreme wetness soaks through the gravelled earth, to drain into our local river.
Still a large glass of Port at night somewhat alleviates the gloom, warming the cockles of the heart and bringing to mind memories of past summers.
The photo above, is of one of those summers where a good friend of ours cleverly stuck out her paw and seemingly sensed the clouds. Well actually she was sensing the earth energy on a mound to be truthful however it does make a novel photo.
My Summer
I like to see Rabbits
in the field scampering
And going about their habits.
I like to see the Barn Owl
swooping through the air
A low, slow cream soul.
I like to see the cricket
being played on the green
All in white and all alike.
I like to see the swifts winging
on summer days at dusk
And hear Blackbirds singing
I like to see the mists
rise up from the rheen
To gently surround the trees
I like to see a sunset flood
blue heavens tinted pink
Atop a hill and silhouette a wood.
I like to sit and dream
on dark winter nights
of summers gone
and of those yet to come.
ML 1984
