I love Autumn, the season of change and reflection, drawing in a little, taking stock & preparing for the Winter months. ….gathering.
Natures store cupboard is full to bursting, especially for the dye pot.
If you walk over the Ridge, the maize has not yet been harvested. In the hedgerows there are yellow hammers flitting here and there, and what I believe were swallows, or Swifts but I’m thinking all the Swallows have flown now?
My favourite old oak tree stands, if you look to your right, at the bottom of the steep bank that later leads to the railway tracks. I head that way mostly as it not on the main dog walking track. And I like my moments of solitude. The birds sing, for Autumn maybe? I sit for a time, under Old Father Oak, just he and I.
What shall I leave you? Old Father Oak… a little of my heart maybe?
Your gift to me, Acorns and Oak galls …..
In a pot, over the stove, a witch’s brew. Alchemy of sorts…..
Patience is needed, I’m learning the art ….
till next time x