This week as I looked out my kitchen window at the bare branches of the walnut silhouetted against the lovely evening colour I thought about the various names for this enchanting time of day and when I learnt them.
That's my kitchen cabinet reflected in the glass
I don't remember when I first learnt this word but I transcribed the poem The Australian Sunrise by James Lister Cuthbertson into my school poetry anthology when I was 7 or 8 years old. I still have that anthology.
My first memory of this one was when the lovely white haired organist at church had a stroke and had to go into care. She went to the Eventide Home at Sandgate in Brisbane. I thought it was a nice name.
As a child in Queensland I had no idea about twilight. Night just falls there, day one minute and night the next. When we went down south to Melbourne to visit my Mum's family we couldn't understand why we were being sent to bed when it was still daytime. We were told "It's not daytime it's twilight now go to bed".
In my today world there are those enticing Dusk candle shops. I love candles but scurry past them holding my breath because the perfume triggers hay fever. The Lush shops, perfume counters in the department stores and soap powder aisles in supermarkets do that too.
This is an old fashioned word that I would never have learnt but for the Girl Guide campfire song.
Fires burning, fires burning
Draw nearer, draw nearer
In the gloaming, in the gloaming
Come sing and be merry
|Last night's fire at Rose Orchard Haus|
It might not be a campfire but it sure makes my heart sing as I settle down to rest by the fire each winter evening.