All at once summer collapsed into fall – Oscar Wilde How you view the autumn depends whether you see the edge of summer exploding into celebratory firework display of red and gold, gently declining into a melancholia of mists and mellow fruitfulness or a clarion call to prepare for the coming of the great darkness […]
storms
Surving the wulf-monath and the return of Pollyanna and the muse
January, a time for new beginnings and transition, derives its name Ianuarius from the Latin word for door (ianua) and not necessarily from the Roman god Janus. I also like the alternative Saxon name of Wulf-monath, which conjures a much more northern vision of the cold, hard, first month of the year.Here on the island […]
Stormy Seas, Serpents and Shipwrecks
…. the call of the running tideIs a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.Sea Fever – John Masefield (1878-1967) Storms, shipwrecks and sea monsters are strewn throughout […]