Nocturne in Gold and Blue
The mornings are getting lighter. Those of you who follow me on twitter will be getting my daily images of the mornings here in Sussex. Gradually we are moving away from darkness, and this morning for the first time we moved into rising sun. I should explain that all the pohoto’s are taken around 0700 – 0730 every morning. At first images have been nocturnes, reminiscent of Whistler’s Battersea Bridge painting, then through the pinks of the rising sun
into this morning’s delight of sunrise. We still have frosts. This annoys because last year, my first winter in Sussex, we had just two frosts. This year almost every morning has given us white grass. I needn’t have pulled up my rhubarb, which I thought would not flourish because it needs 40 nights of frost! This morning was especially a delightful chilly symphony of blue, white and gold.
The frosts remind me of the end of summer, where there were equally unexpected cold snaps catching our garden flowers still in full bloom and given some delightful images of frosted roses. The French say English women are beautiful but cold, maybe because they don’t all go in for two hour lunchtime trysts (funch to American apparently) as French women are reputed to do. If true of course, then these images of frozen roses are a great representation of England.
The end of summer
Of course our rose garden is a delight in the summer and its scents fill the part of the garden where we have a small patio area to sit and catch the warmth of the setting sun in the autumn. The roses linger on long into the autumn, their beauty not fading away until cut down by frost and the gardener, and the patio is a scented place for contemplation at the end of the day.
The roses will soon be budding again, their colours will be once more glowing, their heads facing upwards to the lengthening hours of sunlight. Something to look forward to in the months ahead. Meanwhile these amusing images remind of time passing, and of the predjudices of the French…
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