Tuesday, August 27, 2013
A faithful friend is the medicine of life.
More signs that autumn is fast approaching. The air chilly - a fresh 13 degrees. A jumper needed on the morning walk. The first time since early May .
There's something special about this almost autumn light. A particular clarity missing in summer air. The dew on the grass shining like crystal. Bob skips into the stream and drinks, long and noisily. Sophie scampers to the middle, stops, head pointed upwards, following the flight of a dragon fly. She'd be off after it if it wasn't for the walker lead. Both of them soon silently lost in play, happily churning up the mud at the bottom of the shallow water. Their faces wet . They pause by the waterfall to watch a young Kingfisher on its hesitant maiden flight . Looking on, protectively, from a willow branch the lapis lazuli feathered mother.
We try a new baker today. Bob and Sophie are unimpressed with the cakes on offer. Strawberry eclairs an acquired taste.