SFN Journal – Autumn Almanac: Windblown and Washed Out

I have fallen behind somewhat with this seasonal diary, drifting off in a similar fashion to the way autumn is sinking into the soil under the weight of winters approach. After the first flush of inspiration that came on the winds that turned the leaves to crisp flowerings of golden hues, I have been feeling …

Flock of Solace

I find it interesting to note that to the untrained eye the word solace although derived from Latin, sōlātium - comfort (or sōlārī to console),  appears to contain the same root as the term for sun or solar (from Latin sōlāris, from sōl the sun). Perhaps it is just the perspective of my current experience of longing for brighter days that makes me connect the letters 'sola' …

SFN Journal – Autumn Almanac: The Day The Sky Turned Autumn

Monday afternoon had everybody talking. It was that same old topic that British folk are famously obsessed with - the weather. When it comes to weather, the ability of our island's maritime climate to bring four seasons in one day means we tend to think nothing can surprise us. I'm not sure where I first …

SFN Journal – Autumn Almanac: Autumn is ageing

6am. The morning has yet to break, the sky still darkened and unrevealing. A robin has just set up a brave solo from the half-leafed wayfarer tree beyond the bedroom window. Once daylight pulls apart the lingering night the morning will be chilly, and a damp film will cling to any exposed surface. By mid …

Harvest Triumphs 

With the Harvest moon lingering bright and resonant in the October skies, the bountiful season of gathering-in is drawing to a close, and the shortening of the days is becoming more obvious with every passing morning. Thoughts are turning, as the leaves turn, to battening the hatches for winter. On the allotment we are taking …

SFN Journal – Autumn Almanac: A Sweet Utterance

I have finally seen the bullfinches. All summer long I have heard their whistles from the long hedge that runs parallel to one of the glasshouses (of the plant nursery where I work) but they have remained elusive and disembodied. Today a movement in the bushes attracted my attention as I headed out on my …