the woods reek of rot, of fungus, to speak of solemn loss
autumn is afoot, not quite, but certainly tickling at the toes
i am nimble amongst the cautious quiet of the morning
having rummaged deep in the wardrobe for todays costume, vintage 2013!
nut season… conkers with their whorled grain and rich lustrous mahoganny sheen
hazlenuts startled, fresh from the preposterous, baroque lace of their casing
yada yada!
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grappled with flu, some work, equinox boogie and sacred stroll, lots of hanging out with friends and family! been pleasant
snaps from this morning and a jaunt to batemans with daughter x
