Traipsing through the golden leaves covering the pocked pavement of my little shaded trailer court this morning, I inhaled the crisp air, as well as my own loneliness. I am a communal creature who likes to be alone, and I am a witch without a coven.
Beautifully written. I love this time too. I always thought school should start in late March, close July and August and rejoin late September, a time to shut down to restart in spring.
It's been a slow slide into Autumn's brilliant pallette in the Northern Rockies valley where we live. No abrupt visit from Coldmaker drove us to frantic harvesting of the garden's bounty. In fact a month ago, with Equinox approaching, a fellow gardener and I offered a casual prayer to the Old Gods, the Stormers, to grant us just such an Autumn boon. Both of us reformed scientific materialists by education but Pagans at heart, we sealed our pact with gratitude for the Beauty of Life pouring forth from Our Mother Earth.
Beautifully written. I love this time too. I always thought school should start in late March, close July and August and rejoin late September, a time to shut down to restart in spring.
It's been a slow slide into Autumn's brilliant pallette in the Northern Rockies valley where we live. No abrupt visit from Coldmaker drove us to frantic harvesting of the garden's bounty. In fact a month ago, with Equinox approaching, a fellow gardener and I offered a casual prayer to the Old Gods, the Stormers, to grant us just such an Autumn boon. Both of us reformed scientific materialists by education but Pagans at heart, we sealed our pact with gratitude for the Beauty of Life pouring forth from Our Mother Earth.