Dear greeny brown place
(View over Garnethill Park: Glasgow, UK)
It’s ever so late here in Glasgow. I didn’t have the foresight to write this before attending a friend’s dinner (my first proper post-sickness outing) so I have neglected this slightly in favour of seeing my friends all together again. Forgive me.
I’ve decided to briefly show you the view from my kitchen window as it stands this season; as you can see, the other day there was a respite in the weather, but it began to pour down again shortly after the shutter snapped shut. When I left Glasgow two months ago, the trees were bursting with livid greens and waving manically in the breeze, now there is a collection of some greens, but mostly russet fading through yellow. It makes the entire scene much more muted. To allow you to find your bearings, this is looking south over Garnethill Park, a small but delightful council affair which hosts the occasional outdoor wedding, small events and a number of rowdy teenagers from time to time, it also forms a breathing space of generally silent space between my flat and the nearest road.
The building on the extreme right is the Glasgow School of Art itself – my old haunt. It’s barely visible over the flailing leaves in the summer months but the departing of the pleasant greenery allows a clearer view of that, but also the church in the centre of the photograph. It’s a pretty good view as far as Garnethill goes – some of the flats farther down the road have a stark view of distant busy motorway or look over onto other flats. Some are built on such a sharp incline that there is no back view at all, merely a continuation of the hill until another building appears. I have a prime spot on the second floor and appreciate my ‘dear green place’ now that I’m back from the big city. For those of you that don’t know, that is what the old name Glasgu or Glasgow means and I think it’s fitting and rather beautiful.
– Today Rosie is visiting her Gran –
