A magical time.

Today is one of those truly magical times after a night of thunder and heavy rain, when the fog is thick, the air is humid and the fairy folk are only just beyond our scope of vision. My 2 year old grandson accompanied me on my morning wander with my camera and said “hello” to many of the little people. It is rare to see so many dew dropped bedecked spider webs as I did today, I was completely in awe of the spectacle. Even the tallest pines were strewn from bottom to top.

I pondered too the season we are now in; Autumn and what it represents for me. It is my time of the year as I was born at the end of August, I feel a sense of oneness with it. The trees are relinquishing their leaves as they turn autumnal shades and in turn these leaves will nourish the soil for the next season of growth. It is the time for harvesting the fruits and vegetables of the spring and summer toil to nourish the people. Nuts and berries are collected and stored for winter food. Jams and jellies are made. Herbs are picked and dried. The wheat is harvested and stored, hay is dried and animal fodder prepared for the shorter days to come.