PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Essence of Life
It’s autumn, the smell of wood smoke permeates the air. Oh how I love this time of year.
The tail end of the earth’s energy feels like a rush, a speeding up. The urgency to prepare for winter courses through my veins.
Excitement is building.
We have bottled fruit, tinctured herbs, gathered nuts, frozen vegetables and buried the tubers, away from harsh frosts and hungry foragers.
Now the last of the chores is almost complete.
This year we have had to say goodbye to our ancient apple tree.
I shall cherish your essence as you keep me warm.
I awoke again this morning
With the scent of Autumn in the air.
It invigorated my spirit
End of summer’s almost there.
I can feel a building of excitement
As the season’s change again
The urge to gather nuts and stores
Ready for the onslaught
Of winters wind and rain.
I usually feel a sadness
When Summer’s almost done
But I’ve had my fill of sunshine
So now Autumn… bring it on!
Stripped naked of its leaves, this beech tree exposed its trunk.
It fascinated me.
I wondered what had caused it to grow with such a bend in its trunk.
It’s Not This Time of Year Without…
… the crisp freshness of air on an autumn day.
Since snapping these beautiful autumn berries a couple of days ago, the Blackbirds have devoured every last one.
I think the bush may be a type of Cotoneaster – someone please correct me if this is not the case.
This week’s contribution to Narami’s Tuesday’s of Texture (de monte y mar)
This week’s contribution to Narami’s Tuesday’s of Texture (de monte y mar).