Strings of dew-beads lightly weigh down
the finest gossamer threads.
Picture taken last month in Galloway,
on an early morning walk before the boys got up.
and they seem miraculously appear
when I ask him to cut/drill/sand something for me.
Most recently - cutting slate to turn into mug mats.
An Indian metal punched bowl tea-light
throws the most beautiful flickering glow.
As the day shortens and autumn then winter takes hold,
I rely on candles to bring light into our home.
Our summer holiday this year
meant using ferries to enable us to reach our destinations.
Travelling over water made our break so much more magical.
I loved the way the grass criss-crossed the ice making a delicate pattern.
The photo then decided it would like to be earmarked for 'blade',
then, finally it settled for 'bright'.
A couple of Thursdays ago, I was working in a walled garden,
weeding and edging the vegetable beds.
The night before there'd been heavy rain
and in the cool early morning sunlight,
there - between the flowers of a kale plant,
a number of wet bumblebees slept on.
A number of years ago,
whilst visiting Anglesey,
we crossed the Menai Straits during a period of high tides and strong onshore winds.
This little island look less inviting than usual
and appeared to be barely floating above the high waters.
The hedgerow fruiting trees seem to be more laden than usual,
and in this autumnal light, they seem to glow vibrantly.
Years ago, when our boys were little and our previous dog was young,
we'd been caught out in a hail storm.
We dashed for cover and waited until it had passed.
While we waited I noticed and was fascinated by the dog's fur which had splayed outwards.