When everything quiets down, the sounds and the smells and the skyviews keep altering.I have seen some very lovely pictures of latesummer and earlyautumn scenery so I am just adding some myself here.
Melancholy grips me at times, today I took a walk through the churchyard, stopping by the headstones of people I knew and people I held funerals for. Autumn is a good time for autumn thoughts, thoughts of life passing too quickly, natures going to rest, decay, losses you have made, things you didn't get around to do, choices never taken, calls never made, voices you will never hear again. But there is still time for life and sunshine, we have some warm days left, and the crops are not all in yet. Chestnuts have not began to shower its fruits all over the place and the trees are still green although some have turned yellow. And life goes on, its just that it takes different turns than you are used to, and some people becomes vivid memories to carry in your heart. In autumn, the Lord provides the peaceful pondering and the joyous choirpractise, beginning on wednesday!!!
The last days of last week were warm and sunny, breakfast outside, lunch outside, dinner outside.
Friday night I met some friends in a tiny cottage in the woods, the air crisp and nice, darkness slowly sinking as we sat on the porch talking. Saturday came, hot and sunny, perfect for that christening in the garden of a little boy in my parish. Saturday afternoon came, hot and sunny and perfect for
a kickoff with the churchchoir, just watch this wonderful place hidden way behind the farm, the land, the woods and the dusty barns
|You can't see but this field is covered with bluebells.|
|Right across here is that island I wrote about earlier this year, and look at these rock!|
|A quiet evening only disturbed by the choir singing and talking.|
|The remains of small cottages can be seen, but most of all they left many old appletrees.|
And so evening came and the night was clear but...early sundaymorning this was the state of the skies above
|Look at those ripples in the heavenly sandbed|
|What are you hiding?|
|A small bay separates coast and coast, in the middle this small Rabbitisland is found.|
|In the harbour you can find this piece of art, square stones with words on each side, so you can turn them and make your own poetry. A new poem for every new person turning the stones. The options are limited, but its rather interesting anyway.|