I’m sitting here this evening feeling cold. I put on the electric fan heater after putting on a thick jumper. Also fluffy slippers. I didn’t understand why the temperature was falling. Yes it’s cold, wet and windy outside but the central heating was on. I checked to make sure the door was shut…. Yes, all OK.
Then my husband who was gently toasting his hands over the oil heater said….
Oh I left the window open upstairs!
Now I’m getting too hot.
Funny what shutting a window will do.
Cat out in the rain, dripping wet, Shivering, sad. Waiting to get in that house I visited. Are you safe and warm now. Did your owners come back or let you in? I would have taken you myself, blacks whites browns and oranges. If you were mine you would be snug and safe.
At least the rain stopped and the sun came out. Then, miracle, you sat in a pool of sunlight, rainbow hued, content with warmth.
Now wash yourself dry, find a quiet place and lie down and wait for them.
We have low pressure and winds from the north west are sweeping across the country. With the low sun earlier on there were huge dark clouds, laden with rain, waiting to drop onto already sodden ground. Peeking underneath the clouds a bright sun burst through and shone across the road. It turned the cloud base orange, but I could not see a rainbow, perhaps it was behind the buildings.
I took these photos. The tree across the road is in flower although its only December. It usually flowers in March.
Looking round the garden, we still have blue Lobelia flowers, also begonias, a fuchsia, a nasturtium.. these should be gone by now but it has been mild , too mild. ….
Talking about rainbows. Years ago I stepped out if college and onto the street. There was a sprinkling of rain, and dark clouds. The sun was low and bright. I saw a beautiful rainbow only a few yards in front of me. It was actually touching the ground. I did that thing you do in dreams, I chased it! I kept chasing and it kept moving away. In the end, after about 100 yards, I gave up. I just stood and marvelled at the beauty of it until it faded……
Crash.! Copper leaves rattle to the ground,
Metallic green willow leaves whirl around,
Dizzy spinning red acers, palm shaped, flutter into drifts.
Glowing gold Oak petals shimmer by the canal.
Hidden deep in a pile of leaves a cat waits to pounce on a wood mouse.
Flying like snow the fiery beech leaves burn into the blue sky.
Evergreens wave in envy, wishing they could change colour too.
Waiting for winter the trees stand proud, their autumn uniforms shimmer and billow.
Soon the gaudy clothes will be gone, and nude and chilly the trees will await a soft green spring.
It’s a bank holiday Sunday and normal service has resumed (it’s raining) whether the weather on bank holiday Monday improves again? Well the forecast says it will.
So anyway I thought you might like an interesting fact?
Raindrops are apparently not teardrop shaped! I guess we think they are because they speed by so fast, persistence of vision (the way our eyes track things) mean that they blur together so they look long and thin….Like, er, teardrops….. or raindrops trickling down a window as they smear themselves against the glass, wetting and sliding at the same time.
So what do raindrops really look like? On slow motion cameras they resolve into little oblate spheroids….Like little tangerine shaped water droplets, that’s because air resistance squashes them up slightly in the direction of travel.
Trouble (or not) is that I’m sure people will carry on drawing them as teardrop shapes because thats how they look to us….
I just did the strangest thing, I saw it was raining hard outside, and then checked my tablet to see what the weather forecast was saying (light rain). Is this an indication of how addicted to my tablet I am.
Thinking about it, is that why they are called tablet computers? I know that’s not true but it makes you think.
Anyway the rain has just poured out of the sky, all those black and grey piled up clouds finally released their water. If I were living a hundred years ago I would have just watched it, but today I took photos and filmed it! Not such a great event in the scheme of things, hardly worth noting. So why write about it in a blog? If I had a diary and was writing 100 years ago I think it would have been about daily events, or even the war (not known as the 1st world war till later) I certainly would not have taken photos of rain, even if I had a box brownie. I once made a pin hole camera and developed my own pictures. You put a piece of photographic paper inside a biscuit tin in the dark. You make a tiny hole in the tin and cover it. Then you go into a lit room or outside and uncover the pinhole for a second. Cover the hole again then develop the picture in a darkroom. I got some good results.
Anyway, I changed the subject…..yes, rain, good stuff, unless it causes flooding, damage, mud slides……
An ode about the heat and fires around the world this year.
Sun shines high in the sky,
leaves turn so crisp and dry,
Green turns to Brown,
Frazzled flowers wilt.
Sun shines up in the sky,
Birds will still try to fly,
Some fall right down
We feel no guilt.
Sun flies high in the sky,
Land parched and very dry,
Fires burn a town,
ashes on all that’s built.
Sun heats the air and sky,
Animals start to die,
No grass has grown,
No waters lilt.
Sunburnt we watch the sky,
Eyes have no tears to cry,
Desert puts on her crown,
No drop of rain is spilled.