
Our Autumn woods are poised in a brief magic moment of calm. We enjoy it while the season lasts. It’s time to remember Michaelmas and the work of angels.
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Our Autumn woods are poised in a brief magic moment of calm. We enjoy it while the season lasts. It’s time to remember Michaelmas and the work of angels.
Continue reading “Autumn’s Mellow Wisdom”
An increasingly rare sight these days is my favourite early songbird, the Song Thrush. I miss the thrushes’ clear phrases awaking the dawn of early spring and echoing over the village in early evening. Is this a going to be a silent Spring?
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We dream of an autumn like the above picture this year. With blazing woods of gold, of children scuffing through piles of crunchy leaves collecting conkers. But who was St Luke?
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An English Cottage Garden in midsummer is a place to bring delight and find peace and joy in the ‘still dews of quietness’ of a garden. In the words of Gertrude Jekyll – a place ‘to call home over-wearied spirits‘. Join me in our garden.
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