As the days draw longer, I enjoy my evening walk more. On Monday I strolled along the edge of Cymbeline Meadows towards the sunset, to catch sight of the moon, waxing crescent as it rose. I respect the older trees; here long before me, here long after me, their constancy reassures me.
Tuesday evening on the University of Essex campus, at Wivenhoe House, before going in for dinner. In 1759, Thomas Reynolds was commissioned by Isaac Rebow to build this, now Grade II listed, property. Later, in 1816, Rebow's descendant, Major-General Francis Slater Rebow commissioned John Constable to paint the house and grounds. That painting became part … Continue reading Tuesday Evening
Yesterday was a good day. To be clear, I do see most days that way; I can usually find occasion to smile and moments of gratitude. Unusually, yesterday was aware how good it was, too, and reminded me frequently. Now, it's almost daylight when I leave the house in the morning, telling me Spring is … Continue reading Sunset on a Good Day
'It was one of those autumn mornings which are devoid of melancholy, when the weather seems to be cleaning its house. A broom of wind sent the clouds above flying briskly and kept the fallen leaves scudding along the pavements, the trees looked as if they were being stripped to let the rains get at … Continue reading One of those autumn mornings.
This is what I see when I step outside the cottage and, well, the title should be plural - greens - shouldn't it? All those shades of green telling me why I love this land of England. It's just that 'greens' puts me in mind of cabbage, so this title stays singular. So, it's day … Continue reading Sunny Green