The second day of gale force winds hurling hail and snow across the island. Of temperatures barely above freezing. Of leaden skies and sudden sun, then vicious showers again.
Out here the marine forecasts apply, and today another gale sweeps in off the Atlantic.
Set to ease a great deal at the weekend and that is gratefully anticipated.
The covering blew off one corner of the broad beans, and they are wind -withered and chill-scorched. There is time for more to be sown next week and more seed is here.
For now all is at a standstill outside. The lark still sings though.... hardly heard above the wind but there.
The enforced indoor time is well-used; all my knitting sewn up and ready to post. Bright wide headbands with matching fingerless gloves...chunky cabled legwarmers... Knitting by the fireside and lamplight in winter was the traditional way on these islands for centuries and holds good now ... Instead of television or radio in this dwelling, and with the computer closed down before 4 pm. Letting the peace distil and enclose and nourish.
Wednesday, April 3, 2019
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