Pandemic Pondering #515

Summer seemed to get out of bed at a reasonable time of day this morning. August often disappoints, the good days outnumbered by those that do not quite hit the spot.

As Bilbo Baggins says to Gandalph in Lord of the Rings.

 “I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.”

Sun and warmth are the butter of summer and they have been so thinly spread, recently, that summer feels very similar to Mr Baggins bread. Nothing like as tasty and comforting as summers should. I fear arriving early on the morning of 24th of August is too late. A little autumn chill is hiding in the long shadows of this morning.

I was grateful that this location was a dog walk this morning and that I could keep my clothes on. Early morning swimmers braved the same waters that I dipped in last night. There is a biting edge when you submerge, the water temperature is dropping, almost a whole degree in a day yesterday. Hot drinks are required again after a swim, shocking behaviour, August is the time for iced latte not hot chocolate!

So August, one week to go, time to show us some of the warm stuff …

Pandemic Pondering #258

December sunbeams.

Yesterday was a glitzy sunshine glazed day. It was my mother-in-law’s 90th birthday, which sadly, no one could share with her. Luckily I have a photo of her bathed in sunshine enjoying an afternoon tea a little while ago

Afternoon tea will be a fine way to celebrate when we can all socialise again. Perhaps for once she can celebrate her birthday in the summer.

My day was spent mostly on dull tasks but the bright sunshine forced me to have a bit of a tramp around a National Trust Property in the morning.

As so often happens a lovely empty bench forced me to catch a photo of it basking empty in the sun. The luxury of sitting on a bench and nattering to people is something I will treasure hugely when we get the freedom to do it again.

There were little hints that the festive season is getting closer.

Sunlight and shadows on mistletoe.

Candles, smoky fire and a wreath on the door.

Everything looks sparkly in a sunbeam