Thursday 11 June 2015

At last.

Summer has arrived for a few days at least.   Such periods are often quite rare up here, so we have to make the most of them when they arrive.

The last couple of days have been pleasantly warm and sunny without being really hot.   And in the early morning (when I am writing this) you can hear the silence - does that make sense, I hope so because there is no other way of describing the beautiful noise-free 'noise' outside.   Have you ever noticed how different the sound is in the early morning from that in the late evening?  I suppose the difference can best be described as 'fresh' and 'tired'.
 
Yesterday our exercise class was cancelled at short notice, so of course friend W and I exercised by ourselves (our jaws mainly as we ate delicious scones in a local cafe).

Tomorrow it is the journey over the top of the Pennines to Kirby Lonsdale in Cumbria to meet our friends for lunch.   If the weather stays like this we should be able to see the tops of the Three Peaks for a change.

16 comments:

A Heron's View said...

Yes, you are right about the sound of silence in the early mornings being different to that of the night time and then it changes again at around 3 a.m. . I think it is all to do with the amount of water vapour in the atmosphere; I was up at 5 this morning and the air was clear and a still calmness was everywhere.

Aly said...

It is the same here although early morning I normally hear a cockerel or two! I love the start of the day, all new and fresh. I count myself very fortunate to be able to stand still and enjoy the peace.

Elizabeth said...

This all sounds wonderful!
I fear it is never really quiet here in the city - sometimes less cacophonous than others!

Cro Magnon said...

Ah silence... what a wonderful thing. Occasionally it really slaps us in the face.

Joanne Noragon said...

In the morning I listen to all the birds greeting the day. At night they are all saying good-bye. I remember my mother tucking in my sister at night and telling a reluctant two year old, "Listen, all the birds are saying good-night to the babies."

angryparsnip said...

Today you and John have lovely home and village news.
I was up early today and the quiet was lovely.
Now the birds have appeared, getting ready for a very hot day.

cheers, parsnip

donna baker said...

While I am reading this, the washing machine is being noisy. I do live in a very quiet place though and enjoy it immensely. There is some kind of bird that sings at night around here. Its song is very pretty and I would think it should hush to protect itself from the hawks and owls. That scone exercise is my kind of exercise. I never met a scone I didn't love. It is very hard to find one around here unless I make it myself, but I do have an unopened jar of double Devon clotted cream just waiting. Do you know if it will keep after opening? At over $7.00USD a jar, I don't want to waste it.

Maureen @ Josephina Ballerina said...

I love to hear the very early bird who begins to sing in these parts about 30 minutes before it gets light. As I have been quite seriously ill for over a week now, have been in bed early. Last night I marveled at such lively birdsong in the dark of night! Only it was just me with the curtains drawn for sleeping - and still an hour or more of light left outside. Sigh.
:I m & jb who was soaking up the warmth and the evening rays in the window the entire time but who would never laugh at her old mommy!

Rachel Phillips said...

Summer days are rare here. We haven't had any yet.

Heather said...

I love the sound of silence, and the idea of you and your friend exercising your jaws with a scone! We have had several lovely days too but that could change tomorrow with the threat of thunder storms, heavy rain and possible flash floods in some areas. We shall see. I think I'll water my seedlings and young plants anyway this evening.

Frances said...

Been quite hot here today in Herts. I will let you know about early morning sounds... We have to be up at 3am on Monday to go on hols. !!

Frugal in Derbyshire said...

We've had some lovely weather recently, with an occasional cold wind. We are expecting heavy rain and possibly thunder storms tomorrow night. We DO need the rain for the veggies and I love a thunderstorm so I am quite excited.
As we are near to a main road, we are rarely totally quiet though in the early morning I often take a cup of tea into the paddock away from the road and listen to the birdsong and watch the swallows diving after the insects disturbed by the lambs. I think this is the only really peaceful part of my day.

Terry and Linda said...

I love the sounds of silence. Although, like you say, silence is really not that...morning is the time of waking and the evening the time of slowing down.

Have a great trip. I love warm sunny days! Not over-bearing hot.

Linda
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Acornmoon said...

How long have we been Blog friends? Longer than you think! Today, when doing a search of my own blog for a previous post about Robin Tanner I came up with this. http://acornmoon.blogspot.co.uk/2009/07/inspiration-wednesday.html The Weaver of Grass and her Inspiration Wednesday July 2009!

I love the sound of silence too,
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence. Simon and Grafunkle.

John Going Gently said...

Scones... Naughty
Did you have cream AND jam too?

Hildred said...

I wish you some more summery days, Pat, - you can have some of the heat we have been enduring, but today was cooler with a nice breeze. I have taken to rising about 5.30 when, as you say, the silence is so engaging, and the garden still hangs on to some of its night perfume.