Dark gathers
clouds ink-black
crowd above the trees
I watch by stove-glow
for the dancing light on the lane.
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Dark gathers
clouds ink-black
crowd above the trees
I watch by stove-glow
for the dancing light on the lane.
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There’s something cozy about watching from inside by a stove-glow.
Cool photo!
Yes, this room’s okay. The temperature gets up to 65°F by bedtime. Not really cozy, but I can cope with it.
The stove sounded cozy. 😀
I like it anyway. It gets the room warm enough for us, and compared with the rest of the house…
Absolutely beautiful 💜
Thanks Willow 🙂
What did the oncologist say?
Hubby and Ruby were with the oncologist vets quite a while. Then hubby came out and told me what had been said and we weighed up the pros and cons. There are no definites apart from the fact it will not get better but will worsen. So we have left her there, they are going to operate tomorrow and keep us informed. She will be in for 24/48hrs depending on how she recovers. We need to give her every chance . So we are doing what we can for her💜
Poor you, all of you. I hope she rallies xx
Oh! My goodness so do we, it is all happening too quickly for me 💜
These things do xx
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That is a real dark. (K)
Sometimes it’s darker when there’s no cloud. The clouds reflect any light that’s left, even distant. We need a flashlight when we walk after dark.
Our clouds do that too, though in a much brighter way. I’ve been reading about light pollution–soon it seems there will be no dark places left.
A couple of days ago the Plateau des Millesvaches in the Correze was designated an International Dark-Sky Preserve. It’s the latest and 19th so there aren’t many. So sad that we have to preserve places just to be able to see the sky properly.
It is . I think there may be a few of those in the US but not many. Las Vegas evidently is the biggest source of light pollution in the world.
I’ll never understand the fascination with bright lights. We always try to outdo nature.
Those “security lights” are the worst.
I hate those, and so must the wildlife. Floodlighting everything, sleeping birds, stalking predators. It’s upsetting.
We have ruined the night rhythms for animals.
But we don’t care. What’s really important is that the musical flamingos light up and dance whenever a cat walks past.
I haven’t seen those!
But they’ve shown over and over that security lights don’t increase security. Too much light at night actually makes it harder to see.
I’m exaggerating. The flamingos are lit up by hidden lighting but they don’t sing, not that I’ve heard. They just look awful and Disney enough to break into song.
The people opposite the house with the floodlit flamingos also have security lights and… wind chimes. There are few things I find creepier on a dark, windy night than wind chimes.
I’m not sure the inhabitants even notice when the lights go on. They’re inside with the shutters closed tight.
I hate feeling closed in–I think I’m somewhat claustrophobic. My blinds are almost always open, except for the window where the neighbor sits and stares in, which is creepy.
Same here. In town we always left the shutters open except ground floor street-side, for obvious reasons. Here it’s all ground floor so in summer we have the windows open and the shutters hooked ajar for a minimum of security. In winter we close them to keep some of the cold out.