A Weak Sun

A weak sun attempted to influence

the cold and gloom of Downton Lane as I walked its length and back this dull, dreary afternoon.

One resident had made a cheerful crab pot and stump arrangement rather like ours; tree fungus decorated another arboreal relic.

Had I had more sense I would have turned back at the stream, but I didn’t, and just about made it home.

This evening we dined on Jackie’s nicely maturing chicken and vegetable stoup with crusty bread fresh from the freezer, with which I finished the Fleurie and the Culinary Queen abstained.


  1. We had a weak sun yesterday. Even when it’s weak, we know it’s there and waiting to shine fully and brightly again. β˜€οΈ
    Moody, but lovely captures of your day, Derrick! And always good to walk!
    That stump arrangement is beautiful!
    Warm Bright HUGS!!! πŸ™‚
    PS…mature chickens are better than immature chickens. I’ve known some immature chickens. πŸ˜‰ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜›

  2. Okay, I have to ask. “chicken and vegetable stoup”. Is that a typo, or have I been missing out on some culinary treat all these years??

      1. I have always spelt it ‘stewp’ it is something the kids use to call my very thick soups

  3. Derrick, I always enjoy your winding road photos. It’s the promise just around the corner and the quaintness of the country roads I love. I hope you are doing well.

  4. Those trees seem to be alive, imposing in their silent understanding of the restlessness of the mobile world. The stumpery is interesting β€”I notice the gentleman has made suitable arrangements for illuminating his enterprise at night.

    Please take care what you walk into, Derrick!

  5. You wrote, “…just about made it home” Oh my! That didn’t sound good. But then you reported on your dinner, so surely you did make it home. Did you get stuck in the stream? That certainly was a gloomy, gray looking day. We could use some of that rain here. It has been a very dry winter so far!

    1. It’s just that an hour of slightly sloping walking is pushing my weakened knees too much and I’m a slow learner in accepting my consequent limitations. πŸ™‚ Thanks very much, Jan.

  6. A new word! Stoup! I’ve never heard the word, and now I’m curious to know what word our Catholics use for that same bit of church furnishing. I think it might be font, but I’m not sure. In any event, while snooping around I found there’s a Stoup Brewing in Seattle, Washington. That’s when I learned that stoup also is an archaic word for a flagon or beaker of drink.

          1. Based on my actual spelling (rather than the enhanced spell checker version that actually gets printed) I am in no position to comment on the spelling of others. πŸ™‚

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