Winter. A Murmur of Unease and Frost
I look forward to winter with a very slight murmur of dread. The sort of murmur that is a paper dry rattle in the DNA. A shifting. A disturbance. Winter. A memory of ice. Snow. Mammoths. Glaciers heaving and grumbling. Whiteness driving pain into the bones of purple hands. There is an unease. There is beauty.
The first frosts.
Ice crystals on railings
and ridges,
leaves
and flowers.
Fogged up windows.
Sky, a fragile blue.
Sun low.
Leaves like stained glass windows.
Trees on fire.
The photos were taken this morning and yesterday morning, all at our place or within 50 meters of it. The "stained glass leaves" are a wild plum tree. The rose is might be Dorothy Perkins; the shrub with red berries is a Catoniaster.
Comments
Your photos are lovely! I really like the 'stained glass leaves.' Although I *know* that the seasons here and there are topsy-turvy, it's still hard to fathom that you're having frost already.
Wishing you a good week.
Of some confusion for me are the various times that people report it flowering. Our one is late summer, as testified by the last of the flowers still hanging on. Some authorities say it should flower late Spring -early Summer. Others say Mid Summer. My hunch is that our poor darling is confused with having to grow in our very changeable climate here, and doesn't quite know when Spring really is!
Hello Pat, thanks for that. I think my DNA has been shivering all day here as it is rather chilly. I do enjoy looking at the world, especially trees and plants, through the camera lens. It makes me stop and take notice of the little things that are around. The stained glass leaves were probably my favorite image from this morning. P.
I've never been to America, except to one of the airports when I emigrated from England with my parents in 1976. We'd both love to come over one day (somehow), and it would be so much fun for us to meet the people that we are getting to know through the blog. Our odyssey might be worth turning into a book!
All the Best to you both, Peter.