Yesterday it was raining; it was pouring; the heaven’s opened; the deluge had arrived; the rhythm of the rain was not gentle – it was kettle drums on the roof; yesterday it rained. It rained so hard that Sophie waited until almost noon before she went outside, and that was under protest – we took her for a very abbreviated walk! Usually Sophie ignores the weather, but yesterday it was raining! There was no camera, hats were tied down because the rain was accompanied by wind. No pictures were possible.
Today, this morning, it was raining, but this was normal rain, very light, with watery sunshine and some bits of blue in between the showers.
Today we went to Bowen Park, and walked along the Millstone River. Do you remember the trickle it was during the summer?
It was not trickling today – it was a roaring, raging force, water was pounding through the canals, and around the trees and bushes on the edges of the bank. The falls sounded like a drum section and the sound reverberated through the park. There were trickles of water everywhere, former paths were inundated with water and the ponds and streams were full of water, the whole park was dripping with water.
The energy of this water was in the air; it was the mist that settled through the trees as you got further away from the river; it was in the sound that settled into your bones; it was energy at its most basic. When we finished the walk, we were ready to tackle anything!
It was quieter when you moved away from the River. The salmon stream was flowing strong, but quiet in comparison. The trees around were shrouded in a mist that quieted the sound of the river.
But the rumble was always there behind the trickling sound of the water as it flowed down all available surfaces.
I have been working on some more fair-isle mittens. I found another colour combination that I just had to try. At this rate – I’ll be writing a book!
December means that I really have to start thinking about my Christmas Knitting. What I will knit and for whom? Who will get the project on the needles? Who will receive a finished item? I do enjoy Christmas.
I started my Christmas baking this weekend – what about you? What is your Christmas Goodie – the one that says it is really Christmas. Mine is my Grandmother’s shortbread.