Living in a thatched roof house is like living in a silent world, with the sound of the rain being dampened by the thatch and ‘brandsolder’. The closed shutters on the bedroom windows keep the morning light at bay. They create a distorted sense of time that might cause the uninitiated visitor to sleep until noon or later.
The first time I became aware of the rain on Friday morning,
was when I walked into the drawing room and library. The rain was too soft to
make a sound on the corrugated iron roof over this part of the house but the
gutters were singing with the sound of running water.
I opened the shutters of the double doors leading onto the
lawn to unveil a wet garden with silver droplets of rain hanging on the bare branches
of the oak tree. The magical light in the garden made me take my camera and step
out into the wet morning air. With nobody else about at that time of the
morning, the silence of the rain was enchanting.
The garden looked and smelled fresh as I walked along pipped
pathways looking for the magical images to capture with my camera.
The rosarium provided a wealth of amazing images. The wet
roses took on a different intensity of colour with the soaked petals. I enjoyed trying to capture it through the
lens of my camera. Looking at the roses through the lens drew the images into
my eye with a concentrated intensity. That made me even more aware of the magic
of our garden.
The colours and aroma of the garden in the cool silent morning
was luxurious. I felt blessed doing what I love in my garden - with a camera in
hand trying to capture the magic. One can never fully capture the magic. The
magic is a personal experience and I decided to simply enjoy the repose of a
rainy day.
You aptly capture the ingredients of an enchanted lifestyle. Thanks.
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