Harvest moon, Coombes Moor, September 18th, 2008.
A notebook picture, but up close it pixellates into something spatial, vast, unearthly; lunar.
A run of quiet, settled days, with cool misty mornings and days that are September-warm. Shorts have returned, short sleeves, summer dresses. Crisp beech leaves appearing on the grass in the early mornings. I would call this an 'Indian summer', this unexpected sunshine in early autumn, as if the season has been pulled back to reveal the summer beneath. After a gloomy and damp summer this comes as a time of calm after exertion; it is not an effort to enjoy these days.
And for the last two or three nights we have had spectacular sunsets of peach, gold and pink against soft grey clouds. After the sun has set the western sky has been a panel of monotone pale gold; astonishing. This calm warm weather, this settled weather pattern, is perhaps linked to the harvest moon; again over the last two or three nights we have seen a large peachy-gold moon, egg-shaped, draped in wispy mist like muslin, hanging over Shobdon Woods Hill. And it is harvest time; the farms are hard at work and we hear the machinery until quite late at night. The stubble fields are July-dry, the mud on the roads turned to summer dust. The woods on the slopes above the fields are starting to turn to browns and gold, and resemble the dust-smoke generated by a volcanic eruption, only frozen, motionless. It is a beautiful time, calm and warm and peaceful.
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