Swaying like the long grasses

Early morning walk. Stepping through grass touching my knees. Swishing of the long grass as a sound accompaniment.

 Rustling leaves above join in for the harmony.

 Swishing and rustling.

And for the evening walk, the grass still swaying in a golden light. Were they swaying all day?

Rain painting, painting rain

Many walks this July with raincoat always on and hood always up. Feet getting sprinkled with raindrops walking through tall grasses. Ears attuned to sounds of millions of drops falling through leaves. For the eyes, a palette of greys, greens and hay coloured grasses. Soft tones because the sun is hiding.

August, a month with two seasons in it.

The air is cooler and fresher. The sometimes golden sun still echoes Summer but it hangs lower in the sky making the shadows reach further. The big, old oak and sycamore trees cast long shapes across the windy grass. Their leaves are hinting, tinting yellow, red and brown. The swallows are gathering and preparing for their long journey. Gentle reminders of Autumn.

Gaoth, wind, viento, vent

It has been a windy May. Yesterday the wind led the rain in a merry dance. I stood under a tree til it passed, grateful for it's green dry shelter, watching them dance. Sunny today, so the wind chases shadows across the grass and the trees toss their arms about in laughter.