sun chasing. still. no place like home

2014 11 29 so here is the Christmas card jpg sig
Gill McGrath© Christmas Card I reckon.

Autumn. Morning. 8.00 am. I think. By an upstairs window.

The sun’s pink is turning one particular cloud up there. I have to go and chase it like something possessed. Believe me.

Time has no meaning now. I am moving towards the pink dewy cloud; but the delicious candy mist has been caught behind a wedge of weeping woodland trees ….. So now I scurry on uneven ground to see the fledgling sun.

Run, run, don’t go, don’t leave me now, I moan. Please stay….. I sort of sing… and count to ten. And, so along the road, I kind of dance and suddenly at 8.07…….the Sun.

And with the breeze that always comes, flashing cottontails flicker pink and brown, rabbits, by my feet in new cabbage shoots a new stinging edge.

Are they the canny rabbits from three fields away; the ancient,cosy,shooting place, that burned the other day? Well yes I think.

They did n’t stop to smile or say. Instead; they ran away….. from me….shouting ….’here we go again’…. and waved! Believe me.

Back home the robin was waiting for me singing in the figs.No place like home!
Gill McGrath© Diary 29th November 2014

day after day. day after day…nothing moves [ Robin] [3 pics]

Today…
11.00 am

By the window now……
Waiting, waiting for a spark to light the sky
Beyond this new horizon
Framed in familiar layers of pink and purple
Hanging wet in misted lines
Another new dark day
While far off stars still beckon hidden in the blue……

………Just then my robin flew down and began to take his bath 11.07am

Gill McGrath© singing diamonds
[press for the detail eyes,wet feathers,diamonds 3 pics] 
Bird on the wire in a blue mist2014 11 27 Robin in diamonds jpg sig2014 11 27 that robin again jpg sig
(For 3 minutes the bird strutted his stuff- 30 pictures in sequence- everyone a gem!)

swan song at 3

2014 11 26 morning swan song jpg sig
Gill McGrath© sunrise [28th October 2014]
I simply didn’t realize when I took this photo four weeks ago that this might be the last glimpse of the waking morning sun as I see it from the rabbit field close to the house, the gate, the pole. I have been spoiled. The sun has been moving around me on all sides, all year, in full view over the fields, and the valley along a wide horizon. It has also been playing with the lines which beg me to measure her slow progress. Now the morning sun has finally moved right out of this generous frame and is forced to come out behind a dark wood (to the right) at the top of this sometimes windy sometimes frosty hill…..where I will leave her for a bit.

But I know where she is; I know precisely where she is singing that song, even though there is a permanent thick miserable cloud glued to the horizon which she must be always trying to climb up and over….. hardly stopping early afternoon before the daily roller coaster ride downhill, into some thinner cloud right opposite my house, where I might catch her. It might only be for a short glimpse of her and sometimes it is the first glimpse of the sun for the first time all day, but it is here the sun finds she can wave for a dramatic colourful few minutes and say goodnight…. after a day that hardly lit up!

So if that is it….how long is the day now?

If I stand outside by the back door and stretch out my arms horizontally at ‘three o’clock’ and twist myself slightly to the left still keeping my arms carefully at the three o’clock position, one arm will be pointing directly to where the morning sun comes up right now, while the other arm will be pointing to exactly where the sun will fall… Which means the space you see between my arms …… is as long as the day! Yeah!