Your hill is an entire world unto itself, has its own history and ancestral stories , you speak for every being you share it with. Even the dragonfly. Your words leave me longing. I close my eyes and say to no one in particular, my inner child, read it again, tell me again about the ;
“…magical carpets of wild fungi appear in fields and on forest floors…”
And the;
“… wild boar in the night, their many cloven feet pattering along the lanes under a full harvest moon, followed by strong jaws grunting with the joy of rapturous feasting…”
Once I’ve had my fill, and this is a feast, I want to go to bed and dream;
“between light and shadow, green and gold, all of life curling into sleep.”
Every word, every vision ,carefully crafted in love. Thank you Susie, A beautiful reverence for Autumn.
I love the changing seasons so much and your beautiful description of the summer laughing as it leaves is a gift. I am hopeful to see many mushrooms here this autumn, although I don’t know if it’s been warm enough, it’s certainly damp enough. My hunting is for decorative purposes only, to fill my camera roll with wonder, as no one in my house (except for me!) enjoys eating them. At least the plum gorged sheep and visiting calves will eat their fill of fallen treasures. Sending love from a rainy England 🍂
Abundance overflowing stunning gathering storing preparing. Love this so much Susie. Autumn is my favourite season and you capture it beautifully from a Northern perspective. Your words and photos - such a gift. I will go back to our Spring blossoms whilst trying not to look forward to autumn!
Glorious. My favourite season unwrapped in lyrical prose, Susie. Your insights unlock knowledge for us as we see some of the evidence you speak of but we have only guesses to fall back on. The boar have been hiding in the woods … they’ll be back to truffle on our conkers and to rummage under what passes for a lawn over by the apple trees. We lost plenty of fruit this year too but rescued enough to provide work in the kitchen, the fragrance of pickling vinegars and spices setting us up for the winter. Happy Equinox.
I don't know what I look forward to more; your enchanting photography of your beautiful hill and surrounding area or your comforting words describing the world around you. As always, thank you for sharing and instilling inspiration ♡
Your hill is an entire world unto itself, has its own history and ancestral stories , you speak for every being you share it with. Even the dragonfly. Your words leave me longing. I close my eyes and say to no one in particular, my inner child, read it again, tell me again about the ;
“…magical carpets of wild fungi appear in fields and on forest floors…”
And the;
“… wild boar in the night, their many cloven feet pattering along the lanes under a full harvest moon, followed by strong jaws grunting with the joy of rapturous feasting…”
Once I’ve had my fill, and this is a feast, I want to go to bed and dream;
“between light and shadow, green and gold, all of life curling into sleep.”
Every word, every vision ,carefully crafted in love. Thank you Susie, A beautiful reverence for Autumn.
I love the changing seasons so much and your beautiful description of the summer laughing as it leaves is a gift. I am hopeful to see many mushrooms here this autumn, although I don’t know if it’s been warm enough, it’s certainly damp enough. My hunting is for decorative purposes only, to fill my camera roll with wonder, as no one in my house (except for me!) enjoys eating them. At least the plum gorged sheep and visiting calves will eat their fill of fallen treasures. Sending love from a rainy England 🍂
Yet another exquisite feast of words, Susie. You weave spells with your writing, truly.
Gorgeous. 🐄 🍎 🐑 🌳
You absolutely took my breath away Susie!
Oof. I’m speechless, your prayerful words empty me into wholeness.
Abundance overflowing stunning gathering storing preparing. Love this so much Susie. Autumn is my favourite season and you capture it beautifully from a Northern perspective. Your words and photos - such a gift. I will go back to our Spring blossoms whilst trying not to look forward to autumn!
Thank you. 💛
gorgeous
Glorious. My favourite season unwrapped in lyrical prose, Susie. Your insights unlock knowledge for us as we see some of the evidence you speak of but we have only guesses to fall back on. The boar have been hiding in the woods … they’ll be back to truffle on our conkers and to rummage under what passes for a lawn over by the apple trees. We lost plenty of fruit this year too but rescued enough to provide work in the kitchen, the fragrance of pickling vinegars and spices setting us up for the winter. Happy Equinox.
Love this -- the capturing of place and season is wonderful -- textured and immersive
I don't know what I look forward to more; your enchanting photography of your beautiful hill and surrounding area or your comforting words describing the world around you. As always, thank you for sharing and instilling inspiration ♡