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4/12/22 – Ghost leaves

Back at home and there are ghost leaves in the garden. The green flesh has yellowed and fallen away, leaving the intricate web systems exposed. Their skeletons are more beautiful than when they were fully fleshed. The Japanese maple in the corner is rustling with a fiery orange red, and the grass is tall, halfContinue reading “4/12/22 – Ghost leaves”

Mawddach Residency – DAY 14

Our last day! Woke up early to watch the light come. In the night I’d heard rain on the roof, hammering at the covered skylight, but by the time I was sat by the window the day was dry. The world was blue black and slowly, the light trickled in, sky lightening first, then water.Continue reading “Mawddach Residency – DAY 14”

Mawddach Residency – DAY 12

Today we swam from the steps, walked down into slapping water, opaque and almost milky. Somehow the cold clutched tighter with the sudden descent, but the waves were low, and we swam out to Jeff, buoy number two. Emily had to be forsaken for the day. When we got back everything disappeared in grey. LowContinue reading “Mawddach Residency – DAY 12”

Mawddach Residency – DAY 9

Today I woke at 5.45 because that was the time of the tide. But it was still black outside and rain was battering down. My bed was cozy and I rolled over, went back to sleep. The rest of the day it rained. The sky was thick with cloud, the mountains disappearing, shadows of grey,Continue reading “Mawddach Residency – DAY 9”

7/11/22 – Water like Guiness

Last week my brain was full of words, so I stepped outside for a walk. I was staying halfway up a wooded valley, on a steep hill, and the path I took went down. The sky was blurred out by beach trees and turning leaves and I could hear the river rushing down in theContinue reading “7/11/22 – Water like Guiness”

30/10/22 – Copper

Just a walk around the block today. So many of the leaves are still yellow, not yet red or orange, and the air feels mild still. I’m looking forward to the biting chill of winter, frosty breath and big scarves and knuckles that crack with the cold. But for now, the virginia creeper is mottledContinue reading “30/10/22 – Copper”