Curious, how the weather seems to be forever.
A week ago, maybe two, it was hot sunshine, set fair, sitting out in the garden - and hard to conceive of anything else. Now it's grey, breezy, intermittent heavy showers, trees full of movement, air fresh against the skin - and it has been like this since the world was made.
There is a line of trees, too big to be called a hedge, marking the boundary between the two fields, laid diagonally down towards the creek. An elementary lesson in seeing is to notice all the colours in a landscape; another might be to notice all the movement. The rain is pervasive but barely noticeable, an overlay that just slightly complicates the view. Barely a shimmer.
This week will be busy.
A week ago, maybe two, it was hot sunshine, set fair, sitting out in the garden - and hard to conceive of anything else. Now it's grey, breezy, intermittent heavy showers, trees full of movement, air fresh against the skin - and it has been like this since the world was made.
There is a line of trees, too big to be called a hedge, marking the boundary between the two fields, laid diagonally down towards the creek. An elementary lesson in seeing is to notice all the colours in a landscape; another might be to notice all the movement. The rain is pervasive but barely noticeable, an overlay that just slightly complicates the view. Barely a shimmer.
This week will be busy.