Our visitors left today and the world slowly settled back into its usual quiet, a little dusty, a little faded, but peaceful.
We’re working on freeing up another section of vines, white grapes this time, from the hedge of bramble, dogwood, blackthorn and plum that has swallowed them up.
Sky would be bright
but muddled with undecided clouds
the wind troubles the sunlight.
The light is pure and pale silver-green, the golden heat in abeyance for a few days. Raindrops fall in scatters, not showers, not even cloudbursts, moistening the earth, and every stalk, leaf, budding berry fruit bears a crystal drop.