Yesterday I watched The 39th Annual CMA Awards ceremony recorded in Madison Square Garden in New York. It pleased me that apparently I can recognise most of the artists performed…(well, it pleases me because I’ve become acquainted with country music only few years ago)…it was strange to see Bon Jovi on stage – I would never associate his name with country music, but he turned out to perform quite well and was kind of cute singing that song with Sugarland, but then again – he is always kinda cute ;-) …oh, and Garth Brooks of course, was magnificent performing life at New York's Times Square…So yes, this was an enjoyable evening yesterday… still savouring aesthetic pleasure…
Today my garden turned grey…I looked out of the window and there he was – all hoary with age…a little sad, but wise and noble. You can tell that the Winter is here already…her deadly breath put a spell to many little creatures of a Nature. And a colony of tiny spiders in the far corner of my garden has suddenly turned into Christmas tinsel. So magical, though I feel slightly sad for those poor spider-lil-men…where did they go? Did they ever manage to escape? I can imagine how they might’ve abandoned their homes and fled somewhere warmer…leaving washing lines of spider nets hanging on a tree, unattended…and then when Ms Winter rushed past, she coloured them with whites and sparks… I never noticed there were so many of those tiny cowebs on my trees. But now, once they’ve been all dressed up for winter, they became an elegant embellishment for the greens:
It is closer to the evening now and there is a thick fog falling down on a town…I am watching it from the window…he looks like one very serious fog, thick enough already to blur the houses on the opposite site of a road….I dislike fog. For unexplainable reasons I am afraid of him…he embodies vagueness, and I do not like that at all…when there is a fog in the morning, it is not that bad, as in commuter’s hour you never alone even in the fog. But I’ve got to drive to Oxford later in the evening and driving on a Sunday evening could be rather eerie experience…so yes, I feel uneasy to be one-on-one with this Mean Mr Fog :-( [~sighs]
Today my garden turned grey…I looked out of the window and there he was – all hoary with age…a little sad, but wise and noble. You can tell that the Winter is here already…her deadly breath put a spell to many little creatures of a Nature. And a colony of tiny spiders in the far corner of my garden has suddenly turned into Christmas tinsel. So magical, though I feel slightly sad for those poor spider-lil-men…where did they go? Did they ever manage to escape? I can imagine how they might’ve abandoned their homes and fled somewhere warmer…leaving washing lines of spider nets hanging on a tree, unattended…and then when Ms Winter rushed past, she coloured them with whites and sparks… I never noticed there were so many of those tiny cowebs on my trees. But now, once they’ve been all dressed up for winter, they became an elegant embellishment for the greens:
It is closer to the evening now and there is a thick fog falling down on a town…I am watching it from the window…he looks like one very serious fog, thick enough already to blur the houses on the opposite site of a road….I dislike fog. For unexplainable reasons I am afraid of him…he embodies vagueness, and I do not like that at all…when there is a fog in the morning, it is not that bad, as in commuter’s hour you never alone even in the fog. But I’ve got to drive to Oxford later in the evening and driving on a Sunday evening could be rather eerie experience…so yes, I feel uneasy to be one-on-one with this Mean Mr Fog :-( [~sighs]