These past two weeks have felt like I've been stuck on a perpetual roller coaster ride of emotions, having to deal with the aftermath of losing a family member and all the sorrow that brings on the one hand and feeling the intoxicating joy of the festive season on the other. It has been a torrent of ups and downs but now I can safely say that I see the light at the end of the tunnel, or at least the twinkling lights on my Christmas tree!
I've been meaning to share these pictures which were taken whilst on a midday stroll a couple of weeks ago, when the last flames of autumn were burning at their brightest. I think this passage from Poe's short story 'The Island of the Fay' describes them perfectly..
"A sombre, yet beautiful and peaceful gloom here pervaded all things. The trees were dark in colour, and mournful in form and attitude, wreathing themselves into sad, solemn, and spectral shapes that conveyed ideas of mortal sorrow and untimely death."
The bone tingling chill of Winter has well and truly set in here but I'm praying that the snow will hold off, at least until I'm on the train back to my hometown for Christmas!