Just now I walked round to the back of the dwelling, where we face the north Atlantic, wild and winsome. The wind has eased some and air is sweet.
A man, my neighbour, outlined against ocean, sands and sky, cutting hay with a scythe, rhythmic strokes in a long long tradition and skill.
As it has been for centuries here... a memory to be cherished.
His brother alongside, and the two collies racing among the cattle.
Still windy and all moncchrome.. grey and sand and hay the shades. All movement, steady and rippled against the ruffled ocean .
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Many years ago a dear friend, an nun, said. "Whenever I see a daisy I want to worship." When I see daisies, I remember her. Sma... -
The days fly by in a pageant of summer weather and summer activities.. Varied cloud and sun; a huge orange moon smiling ..... unusual birds ... -
Wind chill and my habitual early rising catches the legacy of night cold, Light soon after six am, but the walk today was a wind laced one...
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