'Tis the season of sniffles and sneezes and achy joints and dreading the office Christmas party and really, REALLY not wanting to get out from under the warm duvet on a cold morning.
Let's make the most of what we've got: bare trees mean I can see more of the Cathedral from the Riverside Walk by the office. Small mercies are there if you look hard enough.
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Lovely..
Rather pretty in a melancholy, and depressing kind of fashion. You could take up writing poetry. Until March at least.
How lovely, Dive, and no cynicism in sight. The photo is beautiful, and look at all the green and blue you still have.
Sure is, Mum.
Vanda, you REALLY don't want me to start writing poetry.
Fret not, Robyn; I'm saving the cynicism for when it really counts.
A beautiful scene, even sans leaves.
If you've got sniffles and sneezes and achy joints, perhaps a hot toddy would help. :-)
I love bare trees. It is the one thing I like about winter. I love the structure of the trees and the way they frame whatever is behind them.
Of course I do not have a cathedral to gaze upon.
There are twenty bags of leaves sitting by the curb in front of my house. My front yard was clear for about 10 minutes before the leaves started falling again and by nightfall, the yard was again covered in gorgeous crisp yellow leaves. My point? I am keeping my gardener steadily employed and doing my bit for the local economy.
I like your photo much more, sugar!
xoxooxox
It's what we must do, Dive, and we can teach ourselves to be happy, or miserable, depending on how we choose to think.
I'll remind myself I said this next time I don't feel like doing my exercises or running errands.
So true. ... Wish I could be there to appreciate them with you, Dive. ... Keep up the great work and all the best for what's left of this year and all that might come to pass in 2012.
Your antipodean comrade in charms,
Lucio
Ms.M. I think the view is at its best sans leaves. In the summer all you can see is the trees and nice as they are they rather get in the way of the real view.
A hot toddy sounds nice, but not at this time of the morning (I'm enjoying this month's Live From Daryl's House with my breakfast).
Neetzy, bare trees are such a bugger to draw and my fingers always get too cold when I sketch them. You're right, though: they're beautiful with their clothes off.
Savannah, I confess to not bothering to rake my leaves any more. The wind blows them all away and replaces them with others from trees all around the neighbourhood. I like to give my leaves one last opportunity to socialise.
Yay you for keeping your gardener busy, however.
xoxoxox
Petrea, even a miserable old cynic like me can be brought to a halt by a little moment of beauty. It's a tough job in the depths of a winter recession but we have to look after our mental health as much as our physical.
Lucio, I'm sending heartfelt good wishes across the planet in your general direction. Have a wonderful festive season and a great 2012.
Ahh, Dive, I think the days are full of small mercies which are easier to come by than the big ones. I wake up in the a.m. to achy joints on cold mornings, too, making a whole season of cold mornings pretty discouraging. But looking at pictures of such a beautiful place as Norwich makes me think you have plenty of small mercies to make it bearable.
Take it easy. The misery is almost over: the Solstice is just a few days away and the New Year brings the promise of another spring.
Think of all the nice pictures you will be able to take!
Yay! Roll on Spring! I can't wait. It's dark for all bar about six hours a day up here, which would be fine for an astrogeek like me if it wasn't too bloody cold to go outside and watch the stars.
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