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Tag: snow

  • 3 – 9 January 2026

    Saturday Sunrise, 8:04am God, it’s the best day for walking! On the way back to the wood the setting sun hits the trees, colouring trunks and bare branches bronze. On the ground a mist is gathering. The sun sets in nine minutes and I have all the time in the world.  As I head back…

    DW

  • 27 November – 1 December 2023

    It’s been a good week for the moon. Last Saturday night it was almost full and there was a huge halo around it. I made J come into the garden to look. Later I saw friends’ photos on instagram. From Sussex to Yorkshire, pictures of the moon’s halo. Monday Awake at 2am, and again at…

    DW

  • 6 – 10 March 2023

    I’m not a bad gardener (I have a hunch there are just gardeners and knowledgeable/good gardeners… To be a bad gardener, I think you just don’t garden?) Anyway I worry. Why aren’t there leaves on the trees yet – are they still alive? Etc. So last Sunday I tagged my weeknotes. Now I can see…

    DW

  • 5 – 11 February 2023

    Sunday It’s a beautiful day, a good day for a walk – but part of me is too lazy to go out. I message with S, he’s just got back from an osmitsa in Italy. He says ‘Go for a walk! Send me proof you’ve been’.  On the way to the wood I see the…

    DW

  • Week 49: 12 – 17 December 2022

    Monday Wake up to yesterday’s snow. Leave before the sun is up, but it doesn’t matter because the snow makes the most of what little light there is. The woods are black and white. I snap a photo and when I share it later, wonder if people think I’ve used a filter to make it…

    DW

  • Week 12: 28 March – 2 April 2022

    Monday The clocks went forward yesterday, so the sunrise was 6.44am instead of 5.44am. Day off. Tuesday Someone stole the sky. It’s vast, empty and grey when I leave the house. Later I hear a smallish plane flying low overhead, look up and see nothing at all. So loud and so invisible. Someone sees me…

    DW

  • Week 3: 24 – 29 January 2022

    Monday This really is a Monday morning: a flat grey sky and a late start. I trudge down the road picking up other people’s litter and wonder why I’m doing it. In the park I break up a ring of coffee cups and serviettes and pretend I haven’t seen the man walking towards me with…

    DW