Peace, one and all…
I had to visit one of my department’s related institutions recently (St Michael’s College). The road back to work took me through Llandaff Fields and then through Bute Park. As I walked I became slowly conscious of the changing season. Summer has now faded into autumn and the trees and plants have begun to put on their autumnal garb. Rust-coloured reds mingled with flashes of gold and the deep, deep green of growth to create a veritable explosion of colour. Trees swayed gently in the cool breeze, their branches moving as if they were in a slow dance. Two greyhounds raced across this scene of autumnal abundance, their shapes blurring into the air as though they were indistinct and otherworldly.
As I walked along, I realised why autumn is a time for harvest. It is a time of in-gathering, a time of stock-taking, a time in which to see the results of the hard work of spring and summer, before the great levelling of winter prepares the world for the coming year. Autumn is a time for reflection – as much for the natural world as for humans.
Ma’as salama,
Abdur Rahman
September 18, 2008 at 5:58 pm
Gazing at that beautiful picture makes one forget about everthing but the light of the setting sun as seen through the trees.
September 19, 2008 at 10:02 am
Peace Goldenferi,
I do so love looking at sunlight and moonlight through trees. Allah!
September 19, 2008 at 1:34 pm
I love this time of year – the melancholy mixed with the mature. It’s a bit like my time of life, I guess. But I’ve always loved the smell of autumn, of conkers and ripe apples, of fallen leaves, and of that slightly acrid feel to the air on a cool autumn evening.
Llandaff Fields and Bute Park – places well known to my wife in her childhood! Lovely to see their names here.
September 21, 2008 at 1:45 pm
Peace Barney,
It is a lovely time of year. I think melancholy is the word I was actually looking for – when the whole world looks back at what has gone before.
When I visit St. Mike’s, I always walk across the parks. They are really very beautiful – all the more so for being in the heart of busy Cardiff.
God bless you always.
Abdur Rahman