Has it snuck in without any of us looking? What a stealthy thief, sneaking in without even a polite knock on the door? Honestly winter! Autumn isn’t really done yet showing off her lovely golden colours. Autumn? Hello, are you there? Oh she’s gone.
Admittedly, winter and I don’t get on very well. Apart from Christmas, there’s really nothing good about the winter. Its long dark, cold, and dreary days take too much toll in my mind. And so my mind has to over-work itself up by trying to ignore the bleak darkness outside my window. I constantly think of small joys, and try to focus on the positives instead of the negatives, like, sure it’s so dreary outside I could cry, but the trees sure do look beautiful. I love this quote from Cynthia Rylant, author of one of my favourite short stories anthology, A Couple of Kooks. Let me share it with you:
In November, the trees are standing,
all sticks and bones.
Without their leaves,
how lovely they are,
spreading their arms like dancers.
The know it is time to be still.
Winter trees are indeed beautiful, especially the silhouette it makes against the grey sky.
If you follow me over on Instagram, these photos will look familiar to you.
What about you?
Do you find Winter a bit harsh?
St. George’s flag was flying proudly up Forrarbury church as Doc and I walked towards it last Sunday. Oh yes, I remembered, it was after all St. George’s day the day before that.
The last time we were out, I noticed some lovely bluebells strewn all over the grass near Forrarbury church. I made a mental note to come back with my camera, but never did.
Luckily when we came back, the bluebells were still around.
Aren’t they the loveliest? After a few snaps, Doc and I went ahead with our walk and found this bunny rabbit on the cemetery grounds.
Someone must have left it there for a love one. Doc and I went to our usual jaunt on the headland at this point, I had to put my camera back in my bag. It was a weekend and there were a lot of dog-walkers out and this meant, I couldn’t let Doc off his leash. He gets too excited when there are others, especially since some of them had their little toddlers in tow. I didn’t want to frighten the little ones with an over-excited friendly dog running up to them, even if it’s just to say hi.
Once back on the road, I did manage a few measly shots.
When we first moved down to Cornwall, I used to wonder why some of the trees were odd-shaped looking, as if they were slanting. Then I realised the trees are slanting because of the harsh Cornish wind. I find it fascinating. You’ll find slanting trees dotted all over the Cornish coast.
Have you ever seen trees slanting trees in your area?