Stair-rods

I am someone who likes it when the weather reflects my mood.
When Boodle and I strode out early this morning I was longing to feel the icy cool rain drops running down my face...very suitable. They've gone you see?
I walked straight into it, the rain. Magpie gave me her love-worn old Barbour, a full length one, she said I needed it more than her...(Always right!) As I walked I caught sight of myself and wondered where she ended and I started...hard to tell.
Very weird here without...the rooms seem strangely unpopulated.
Also very suitable that the roses in their bedroom have dropped and shed almost all their petals.

I keep finding myself standing alone in an empty room and feeling rather startled by it!

silence I become without you; words I don't say

filling up my throat.

Tyler Knott Gregson

 ...meanwhile in the kitchen...jolly flowers and berries shoved in a bucket and my new Cath Kidston camera strap...

 Mr Lane says we are safe up here on our hill...from the lashing of the elements. Like Noah and co.
 I am waiting for him to come home so that he can tell me again...

-x-

Drinking in the morning sun...the last shadow puppets...

It follows that after long absence the heart grows fonder. My heart is, therefore, brimming with JOY...soon to ache, but not yet, not today.

Three weeks with the "Faraways"! Yes ~ at last here at the Lane and there, in Devon. 

Devon, land of milk and honey...home to the Magpie and my forefathers.

(Brixham fishermen no less!)

Perhaps it's my imagination but the whole time has been bathed in the loveliest autumnal glow, as though the embellishment my memory will give these golden days is real! Except it is even lovelier than I could have ever dreamed...

The light has been the thing...shadows dancing, detailed silhouettes so eloquent and subtle.

We have spent a fair few hours in the company of the 10th and 11th Doctors, along with Rose, Donna and Amy. 

Much intrigue...Sonic scewdriver scans confirming our suspicions of alien life forms and other mysteries...

we have climbed and explored until the daylight beat us...

and the shadows and the footprints disappear until morning...

 

 And so I have been soaking up the sparkles ~ taking in the tiniest details, holding my breath to catch the moment. 

Marvelling at the "Littles", they find the magic in everything, and I hold on to their coat tails grinning with them at each new wonderment knowing soon these memories will be like quicksilver running through my fingers...

 ...like the deserts miss the rain...

 -x-

Borderline

I love borders. August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know. Twilight is the border between day and night, and the shore is the border between the sea and land. The border is longing: when both have fallen in love but still haven't said anything. The border is to be on the way. It is the way that is the most important thing.

~ Tove Jansson

So, Autumn, you slipped in quietly, hot on the heels of late summer.

We are in the middle of cutting hay ~ smells heavenly. The evenings are cooler.

My Faraways are about to cross many, many borders...winging their way here across continents towards The Lane!

I might never stop hugging them....

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