By a Brook in Winter - A fresh fall of snow overnight. I walk in a winter landscape: the green fields mantled white; the blackish branches of willow and ash, edged white, starkly outlined, against the morning light; mirrored in the dark brown-grey of the brook; the distant woods a purple haze against the blue-grey snow clouds above. My footsteps the only sound.
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In a winter that hasn’t much felt like one, we came close to a white Christmas. It was Christmas Eve, and we had almost reached my favourite part of the movie Meet Me In St. Louis, where Judy Garland, clad in sparkling headscarf, sings Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas. Just as she was about […]
A burr, pulled from a fleece. The iced planets of burdock looked like beautiful renditions of the spike-celled images that have haunted us all year. We squeeze past these plants at least twice daily, & carry their prickly mines around with us all winter, tenderly pulling them off one another’s clothes in brief moments of […]
2021 / 03 13:30 – 15:20Heavy cloud, light drizzle and very cold 2°C Places are Feasts for the Spirit It is cold again, overcast and white. Feels like it really ought to be snowing. But the best it can do is an irritating an half-arsed light drizzle that just hangs in the silence.Nothng moves, nothing […]
Rebecca Welshman It is one o’clock on a mid-December afternoon. The sun has barely risen above the band of spruce on the nearby hill. Rays of light tentatively brush the edges of frozen puddles. Here, just out of reach of the warmth of the midday sun, the ice will remain for days. The temperature creeps […]
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