Soft Silver

After a rainless autumn, we have a warm winter full of a soft silver drizzle that silently and gently spreads a new kind of Christmas magic over the gardens – roses and other flowers still blooming, untouched by frost, enhanced by the muted light of December that sets them sparkling in an almost unreal way. I like it. Nature decorates with unpreposterous grandeur, sparks of hope and thanks hanging from every tiny stem.
Have a blessed and magic Christmas, everybody!

Words in the wind

We hear of a heat wave in the USA, while here in Berlin, Germany a cold, rainy July spits puddles around usually dusty street corners.
This morning I peered through a silver curtain of rain and saw the rocking chair in the garden moving in a serene rythm. The wind was sitting in it comfortably, telling stories to the sunflowers which were bent attentively over it by the weight of the rain. Maybe it was spinning a yarn about the winter they will never see.
The scene reminded me that often it is the silent, wordless stories that are worth listening to.