I think my blog muse maybe under the mist. Poor lass, she hasn’t had much opportunity for playing out for the last couple of weeks.
The closest she’s got to kicking up her heels was to admire a vase of traffic stopping red anemones on my desk.
I’m shame faced to admit they faded for want of water, not the passing of time
(a short life, but a thirsty life).
We are also suffering from a tediously slow Internet connection, you folks run along ahead, I’ll catch you later.
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Watching the rhythm of rural life, from the top of a hill in northern England.
Having spent most of my life avoiding writing, I now need to do it!
I am no domestic goddess, but if I were expecting visitors to my home, I would whisk round with the duster and plump up the cushions and generally make the place look presentable. I hope that by putting my words where others may see them it will encourage me to ‘tidy up and push the Hoover around’ my writing.
On the other hand I may just be adding to the compost heap. Only time will tell!
Pull up a chair, sit yourself down, I’ll put the kettle on.
February 3, 2012 at 10:20 pm
wow, that photo of the village in the mist is absolutely stunning. Well done.
February 3, 2012 at 10:36 pm
I agree with UnleashCreativity. It’s a stunning picture. Your home must be very high up on that hill to be above the clouds. Thanks for sharing the picture with us.
February 4, 2012 at 12:15 pm
Lovely pictures. My vase of slightly dead chrysanths sympathise with your vase of anemones! Funny, I never forget to water plants, but cut flowers seem to turn invisible on me!
February 4, 2012 at 2:08 pm
Great post and photos! I don’t see mist like that (unfortunately)…
February 4, 2012 at 2:20 pm
I am sorry about your connection (and the weather), a slow connection on a gloomy day when there is not much better to do is a real pain.
February 4, 2012 at 4:49 pm
I suppose we can take comfort from this – once upon a time those clouds of mist would have been filled with coal smoke. The 21st century mist is beautiful . . . but can’t be any fun to drive about in anyway. Not to mention that Spud could lose himself indefinitely in the vicinity of the Giant Mole Cathedral. I am filled with sympathy for your internet woes.
February 5, 2012 at 4:10 pm
You are right Gerry, it must have been filthy. I could hear the traffic down in the thick of it, I didn’t envy them.
February 5, 2012 at 4:49 pm
What wonderful mist! I’ve been drawn to indoor flowers as well lately, maybe it’s time for the winter to end and light to return.
February 5, 2012 at 5:43 pm
The color of these anemones are fine – a promise of warmer times and spring.
And though you have problems with the internet and the mist (!) – this photo of the village in the mist has become absolutely amazing and magical!