Did it begin with the Belugas? |
The purpose of this post, at least in part, is to continue building on our "reinvented" Wheel of the Year. Keeping awareness of the changes in our bioregion, the passage of time & the aspects that touch us as creatures of Place is key to developing our New Wheel.
Searching for Beluga Whales on the Cook Inlet at Sunset. |
Highbush Cranberry leaves (Viburnum edule). |
Autumn commencing on a Birch-lined path.
Shaggy Manes, Puffballs & Champignons from the ballfields.
ARR train returning from Seward.
Yesterday. I went for a walk, taking my knife & a bag but forgetting my camera. The scent of cranberries was heavy in the air. There were no fleshy fungi. None. In the hard tilt of the late Autumn light, I considered their absence & felt very lonely.
Today. I see that it froze last night. It is almost over. Time for cranberries.
3 comments:
wow.
today I, who am always too warm, put on a sweater. Sticks from this weekend's storm litter the land ready for kindling and our wood stacking chores begin. I saw tree trunks showing through the emptying woods today and am gathering next year's plants' seeds.
xS
Dear One,
It froze again. What a panic this creates. Are we squirrels?
What good fortune it is to have that elongated Autumn that New England affords. I remember it so well. Relish it for me. Please.
Love.
everything feels chilled and I, like the chipmunks, just want to fill my cheeks with seed and go under a rock, or at least the covers. There is a wistfulness clinging to the beauty that is autumn encroaching and I feel it deeply this time. It is perhaps the tilted light angle illuminating the leaves as the green pales before the color blooms. Sending all these changes lovingly to you. xS
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