The North Sea was wild today, crashing against the rocks by the harbour. I walked along the sand for awhile but was drawn to roar of the waves. Climbing onto the harbour wall I stood close enough to feel the spray but with distance enough to avoid a drenching. Now and again a freak wave would reach higher to surprise me. Read All

Late August and late summer days can be glorious.  As September moves in, the light changes to a more golden glow and Indian summer sunny skies have a deeper hue. The air seems softer, the breeze fresher.  In the garden there is a ripeness and mellowness not there earlier in the year.

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