Flamboyant

As so often, this morning, the few minutes during which I sought my camera, was sufficient to turn

the gorgeously glowing lambent flames of the dawn skies

into pale pastel pinks and indigos.

Later, Martin, lighting a bonfire in a rusty wheelbarrow, no longer fit for purpose, now serving as an incinerator

stood between the flickering kindling and the flamboyant foliage of creeping Virginia vine,

stoking the open furnace with

a week’s clippings.

Becky brought Flo, Dillon, and Ellie back from Eastbourne this afternoon, stayed a while, then returned to her own home.

This evening we dined on a Red Chilli takeaway meal with which Jackie drank Hoegaarden and I drank Cariñena Monte Plogar Gran Reserva 2016. The young couple ate later.

71 comments

  1. I haven’t used ‘lambent’ for a long time – thank you for reminding me of it. I have enjoyed your selection of photographs today.

  2. While reading your autumn post, the smell of the coriander I planted still lingers on my hands. Spring is in the air and deciduous trees are budding.

    Your early morning photos a beautiful. Love the colours.

  3. Autumn mornings are often so mysterious. The fields along my way to work are often laden with fog banks at the same time as the sun is rising through all that moisture. It’s so aggravating to be driving through it, when all I really want to do is pull over and get my camera out. Good for you for getting the garden all ready for fall. I haven’t even started yet!

  4. Lots of flamboyance on display here!

    I had to seek the origin of this wonderful word and was very satisfied to find that it’s from the latin root ‘flamme’ meaning flame or fire.

  5. Red sky in the morning, a garden fire in a wheelbarrow, little kiddies to play with and a takeaway meal to finish. How perfect can a perfect day be?

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