Capture the sun
It was a watery sun that set over our home for waifs and strays this evenings and I stood for quite some time, mesmerised by its beauty and the silence surrounding us at the time. I wasn’t aware, when I clicked my camera, that the tree in the garden had captured the sun in its moment of glory.
Now, looking over the photos I took just a wee while ago, I felt a change in the atmosphere of the land surrounding us. Winter has come!
It is almost dark now, the fire is lit and my kind and unassuming husband is brewing up a pot of sweet tea. Outside, the hens are locked up in their cosy house and curled up on a bale of straw in the old wooden shed, is our elusive polecat.
Until tomorrow, nos da, goodnight!