I had never travelled this road. That’s what funeral’s do to you. They make you travel new roads, see new sights, meet new people. The storm had passed and the sun was making it’s way through the dense black clouds and seemingly straight down onto one tiny little house, alone in this beautiful valley. On a day of sadness, it was a ray of sunshine in more ways than one.
Today I was on a very well traversed road and from under a cloud of fog and ending a weekend of sleety flurries, icy winds and rain… emerged this! Stunning….
It is always good to get away and see new sights. The hills are different here from where I live, the landscape changed subtely and the light, somehow different.
The sun was there. A large gold orb floating just above the horizon. Then, seemingly in an instance, it was almost gone, leaving in its wake, a spectacular sky of pinks, blues and purples. The blackest silhouette of winter trees remained momentarily as the golden orb sank fully into the sea beyond the horizon. What an incredibly sight on a mid-winter’s evening.
It is definitely fall here. Or autumn as we call it where I live. I spotted this tree covered in resplendent red leaves and was taken by the intense colour against the grey sky and branches….simply sublime!
Good Friday. A public holiday. A beach. Perfection.
Winter isn’t the normal time for roses to bloom. It is a time of dormancy and pruning, caring and quiet bare branches. Apparently my roses did not get this message as today, after all the recent cold weather and the torrential rain…I have roses blooming on bare branches…delicate, fragile and the palest pink…a perfect winter rose.
Most of the trees have lost their leaves now…like these ones. Orange and yellow leaves litter the ground all over. The trees look quite graceful in their naked state. Their leafless limbs bending helplessly in the wintry gusts – no shelter available to man, bird nor animal in these barren winter branches…but still it is beautiful.
Why is it so dam’n hard to say I am sorry? It is such a short little sentence.
It shouldn’t be so hard…. Especially to say to those we love. Yet it seems hardest then.
Maybe the roses, greenery and rosemary picked from our garden, tied in a bow and left for them to find, will help me to say the three hardest words to say…I am sorry.