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.