Not the pondering, wondersome kind. I have plenty of those, making my way in the world with neurological and neurodivergent conditions. I'm not very good at writing about them.
No, today we look at the physical sort brought about by vivid Christmas illuminations on a saturatingly wet day, the wet ground bouncing the lights in a slightly eerie glow.
Si
All text and images copyright CreamCrackeredNature 18.12.25
We have had snow, ice, and storms, and I've been perhaps a little lazy and not been outside as much as I'd like. Possibly a touch of post suspected covid fatigue, possibly a desire to stay warm under a duvet as much as possible!
The weather has also made it tricky for running, and also the time of year. October and December are quiet months, with the world almost feeling in stasis; a pause to recover and renew. The last few days, however, I see signs of the world waking up and me with it.
Hazel catkins have appeared, and there are a few shrubs in bud. In my planters, my allium spears are up and I reckon if I was in the cemetery - not recommended with high winds and a lot of old trees, I'd see snowdrops waiting to flower. Indeed, next weekend, when I visit the cemetery I think I will find a snowdrop in bloom.
The season of finding flowers will soon be back!
Si
All text and images copyright CreamCrackeredNature 09.12.24
Finally, after a nasty cold snap, we have returned to the usual normality of early winter these days; heavy rain and stormy winds blowing my mini greenhouse over.
But it was a bitter time for a few days, the sort of times I hate because of cycling to work with agonised Raynaud Syndrome hands surrounded by maniac drivers. We had a surprisingly heavy snowfall one evening that was slushified by rain the next day, with really hard frosts sandwiching it.
The bad weather and painful ankle has made having my walks difficult; I dislike walking in icy conditions after smashing my elbow a few years ago. But I've been out a few times, looking at the new sights that winter brings us round here. I've been treated to delightful flocks of goldfinches twittering noisily as they feed of teasel heads, and pure white little egrets shining in the sun as they fly past my office window.
On the Blue Lake, goosander have returned, seemingly getting earlier every year, and flocks of long tailed tits work the trees lapped by the water. And in my container garden, crocus spears and allium shoots have re-appeared, although other bulbs I've planted haven't yet.
Today, with mild and dry conditions, I set out on a snowdrop hunt in the cemetery - and I found them too! In the same place they always appear first.
With the world as it is, it is re-assuring that wildflowers re-appear every year. The world keeps going, just as I try to.
Si
All text and images copyright CreamCrackeredNature 10.12.23
