Lent in the Blue Mountains Every day now the lengthening shadow lines of Lent. The trees here are tinged with amber, silence their best companion. We are entering a winsome world, where, a russet sadness renders every scene, coolness clings to every plan and timber is stacked beside the house for wood fires. In the evenings we draw a blanket up, and read into the darkening hours, conscious of the journey that is coming. Every year we map these shortening days, this bruised beauty before our hearts, strolling through quiet streets ablaze with the colours of grace, banners for a…