A deep breath

Life is slowing down in the gardens. The grass no longer grows and the perpetual rain of falling leaves drowns out the song of the birds, who sing softly, now the urgency of summer is behind them. Only the melodic robins sing on throughout the days and nights, rehearsing their spring songs. Back and forth …

Of mist and mushrooms

The days are short now, and the long dark evenings stretch out unmercifully. Thank goodness for candles, a fire and good books! It’s going to be a long haul until spring, so time to batten down the hatches and prepare for hibernation. Last night I awoke thinking it was raining, I went to the window …