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Drizzle
I love rain – real horizontal rain, but drizzle! Drizzle by contrast is grey and invasive. It creeps in and dampens your hair and your shoulders before you even realise its raining at all. It lurks in the grey air … Continue reading
Posted in autumn, colours, daily life, garden, health and well being, inspiration, lifestyle, natural world, Uncategorized, water, weather
Tagged autumn, garden, lifestyle, plants, Rain, weather
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Tiny miracles
Sun strikes cobweb strands to shine like silk. Beautiful in their intricacy, I leave them where they are, ducking to avoid ruining them. Dust sails on streams of light shining through the grimy window. Delighted, I watch the show for … Continue reading
Posted in garden, natural world, writing
Tagged Gardens, Home & Garden, plants, spring planting
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Christmas trees out of the house at last!
The saga of the Christmas trees is over at last. I didn’t want to spend inordinate amounts of money on a tree last Christmas, even one with roots. I did however want to decorate a tree of some sort. I … Continue reading