Autumn – it’s coming. The nights are drawing in, and though the sun’s strength is still strong, there is a chill in the breeze that carries the smell of woodsmoke. The greening is fading, the vegetation now out of room to grow after a hot summer, and is now an almost choking mass, ready to fall back and rest a while. Deep within my own soul, I feel these rhythms, and will shortly be following the inspiration I see all around me within nature. The time for rest is coming, but first there is the harvest, with plenty of hard work still lying ahead. The bees and wasps are still hard at work, soon to be looking for homes to winter through, should that be in their nature. The swallows will soon be leaving, the fledglings having already taken to the skies. They are waiting, waiting for the right wind to take them back, once their food supply begins to wane.
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Thank you all for your kind words! Harvest blessings. x -
This reads like a hymn to my favorite season; you've made me long for its arrival even more. -
Thank you for your lovely words celebrating the blessings of this time of year! -
Oh, Joanna. I breathe deeply as I read these words and gaze upon your photo above. Autumn is my favorite time of the year as wel
ty!