Serendipity

Yesterday morning, just as I closed the door, in from a five o'clock wander to the shore, the deluge came.. a minute later and I would have been soaked.

A fair quiet hour. Four of the cats, the littlest   one running so fast her feet fairly twinkled. Jacob had been with me most of the night and is still a little wary of the lively new crowd

From the track, no one has been that way for a while and the verges are a wonder of wild flowers. Honeysuckle trailing its evocative fragrance, grasses and sedges and many kinds .
a bag filled with the dry seaweed at the top of the beach. It will be fuel later.

Low tide and the sand bare and warm toned. Utter deep peace.

The last few days the  calves have been  grazing on the north facing meadows along the ocean. and haymaking the old traditional way. A man with a scythe cutting swathes, timeless.  Hay lying, being raked and turned, rain and sun, concentrated nurture for winter weeks.

Days when after  a dark wet morning the sun emerges and the sky clears .. hours to sit out in the warmth, hands busy, cats coming and going, white tailed bees loud..

Today, ominous as there was a threat of deluges and thunder.

So far unfulfilled, but dark and midgy! The island is famous for them.

And now heavy hard rain, " down for the day"...