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During October/November we are up and about early squeezing as much as possible into our weekends! The rockeries are a blaze of colour, pinks, purples, blues and whites. Our first rose blooms and the garden becomes a riot of colour. The sun wears a golden mask and leaves snap and jostle in high winds. The wind endlessly creates shapes from scudding clouds that are and immediately are not!
The sunlight becomes noticeably sharper, bladed in its intensity as it glints to the furthest beyond; the bay appears a silver streak and is struck with an almost peculiar intensity of light. Twilight creeps through the slack crutch of sky and earth, ebbing and meeting in an ever creeping darkness and day creeps from the sky like a disappointed thief hiding behind towering black distant clouds that come and go. The days become lighter, the sun's intensity increases and before we know it, the hot winds of the northern deserts blow our way and we once against stride into Summer ... the cycle of our year is now complete and I am back where I began ... |
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