In the weeks we've been away we missed the Equinox, so the sun, from our end of Ormsaigbeg, now rises above the left shoulder of
Beinn Shianta, the Blessed Mountain. Today it appeared as a strange, silver orb hanging in a gunsmoke sky, portentous perhaps.
The Diary had business in Pier Road so, on such a beautiful morning, walked. The radio had been warning of severe disruption on the M8 around Glasgow and chaos in one small town where a main road had collapsed; Kilchoan, too, has its traffic congestions, in this case caused by Hughie MacLachlan's sheep.
Along with the may, the first violets are appearing in the south-facing banks along the roadside. By full summer, they'll be glowing from every available slope, but their first flowering happens in patches, with a number of blooms strung out in one place, then none for several tens of metres.
But they're already showing their many colour variations, from the rich purple of the first picture through to these, far paler companions.
Welcome back. We hope you had a good time and are feeling better. Chris & Julie
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