A dampish morning. We come from church in pelting rain and warm up some soup for lunch.
What is there for it but to read a bit, nap a bit and an hour or two passes.
When I stir the clouds still hang low in the valley and the hills are swathed in mist,
but the garden lies in an intense light, - golden straw, russet branches, and the curled leaves on the willow dangling like gilded ornaments. Autumn all over again......
I stand at the window with the camera, capturing the small birds as they feed, and a rat-a-tat woodpecker making his way up the gravel driveway.
Suddenly a dove! A flurry of wings as she swoops in front of me, makes a circle and disappears over the roof of the house.
A dove in January? Well, perhaps a pigeon from a nearby loft, but nevertheless, a lovely sight, and I was lucky enough to catch her on the turn.
Today's River Stone #16
January flashes her garnets in the midst of gloom.