We often get splendid sunsets here.
This one comes on the heels of a day of blinding sunlight and cloudless blue sky.
Maybe we’ll get another day like it tomorrow.
Thunderstorms and torrential rain, and now below-freezing temperatures at night.
This is November.
Nonetheless, here and there a wallflower is in bloom.
There was torrential rain with loud claps of thunder when I left for my eye test today.
It was still raining hard when I came out.
I rarely carry an umbrella because I have a tendency to leave them behind, and also they turn themselves inside out in the wind and act like drogues.
But when a man offered to shelter me with his umbrella, and went out of his way to take me right to the car, I was only too glad.
Chivalry is alive and well in Italy.
There are beautiful things to be discovered after a hoar frost.
Here the melted droplets are just beginning to elongate, ready to slip down the contours of the leaf.
This cricket, clinging to the outside of the window frame on a gusty, squally day, reminds me of the grasshopper in Aesop’s fable.
The ant tells it to start collecting food instead of singing and the grasshopper ignores the advice then later finds itself starving.
But grasshoppers and crickets die anyway, leaving their eggs to over-winter.
The end may come sooner for this poor thing, with only one hind leg.
The trunk of our greengage tree has a very worrying rift in its bark but …
Not nearly so worrying as the rifts that occurred this evening.
We had another major earthquake (5.4 on the Richter scale) AT THE SAME TIME as a violent thunderstorm.
The world seemed a very insecure place.
So far I haven’t found any damage but I don’t think it’s over.
After the recent storm there was no need to ask which way the wind had been blowing.
It was perfectly evident from the coloration of this sinuous oak trunk by the house.