The early autumn here has been beautiful, weeks and weeks it feels like of dry sunny weather, and all the light we didn’t get in the summer. Warm too – last Sunday, the first of November, I was picnicking on the side of a hill in jeans and t-shirt!

I confess though, there’s something about the damp and misty days that draws me in, that lets you be in a different kind of way. Back down at the shore again in the middle of this week the other side had disappeared once more, and everything was drippy, damp.

There were only a couple of lone figures out, walking dogs or like me catching the sounds and patterns of the wading birds out on the mud flats, half there and half not as they drifted in and out of the mist.

There’s no pressure to do anything on a day like this at a place like this, not to enjoy, not to take photographs, not to be impressed or to impress, just be, half there and half not, like the birds.

Even with the dull light and the dampness there were still a few flowers dancing at the edge, and I couldn’t help but admire their torn and tearing softness, muted, like the tones of the day.

6 Replies to “The Edge of the Flowers

  1. We’re having an unusually drippy damp spring here Joanna, usually our driest time of year. Very much enjoying it though! But it can be disconcerting to have the weather you’re not expecting…what is this?! I like your photos and I also like your postcards idea.

    • Drippy can be good indeed 🙂

      Thanks for the feedback – trying to simplify things – always in the hope of being able to maintain the habit!

    • Thanks so much Sarah for the feedback. I’ve changed the layout again – it’s an endless work in progress! Sorry it’s taken so long to reply.

  2. Hi, I found you and your blog, the usual way, I locate that which resonates with me deeply, my personal domino effect: a post title which sparks interest, then link within that post to another, and perhaps several, good, but not clinging to my heart…….until I read your comment on a blog, and it made me smile!

    So here I am, in the wee hours of the morning thoroughly enjoying your style and your photography . This post could be me when the Gulf Coast of Florida has a cold, windy day in January and I am walking the beach! Your words, “there’s no pressure to do anything on a day like this at a place like this” made me laugh out loud! Not drippy and damp, but windy and cold, wild and free, and captured the exact reason I love being on the beach on those days! Isn’t it amazing how words connect hearts and people? It has been a year or two since you posted this, the world has become a cesspool of hate, permeating all the wonder and beauty around us in so many ugly ways. Even so, especially so, I must continue to shovel the filth away and seek to find blogs like yours to celebrate the joy of words, ideas and photos that speak to all the goodness the Lord has gifted us with. Keep writing. Your words are a balm of healing beauty. Thank you.

    • Hello Lynn, thank you so much for taking the time to write.

      It is indeed wonderful how our words, images, places – even the weather! – can allow us to make connections, to feel those resonances, across miles, across oceans.

      You are right it’s a little while since I posted this, and I have been finding it hard to blog for some time now, but I think perhaps you are right that quiet words, like the damp flowers, in times such as these can help us to breathe, and be.

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