Winter expectant skiesthe swan road is emptywatch and waitwill the northern herds appear?
Scotland
National Poetry Day in the Outer Hebrides
WINTER LIGHT Think mostly mutedas if seen through grey veils still think abundant green, dullerwater-logged brown in placesmoss green fringed fawn think cinnamon and gingerthink peat brown dug deep, almost blackthink grey burns, grey lochsgrey sea trailing white spray Then think a low down sunthink peat grass glowing crimsonon the hill think marram glossing ochreover
Islands in the mist
Friday 7 September:Mist rolls in frosts the glass with tiny crystal droplets. “Hello this is Hebrides.net our offices are closed. To reach our automated system press 1 for sales; 2 for technical support: Press 1 for network status – there are no problems on the interconnected communities network Press 2 to test your connection –
Hurricane Season?
Arrivals and Departures
I should know better by now but the arrival of autumn always takes me by surprise. The gold of the buttercups is fading and the bleached heads of the grasses are a pale cream highlighted by the richer hues of the red clover. Russet brown seed heads of the wild angelica stand tall like skeletal