the earth breathes in
For the last week we have been building up for a big party at the weekend, moving round bales of straw, planning where to position the decripit-landrover-as-bar, building up the bonfires. We clung on to every precious minute of sharing merry times with old friends and new, and now the fun is over and we look round to see that autumn has unfurled its cloak and is taking us into its damp and foggy embrace. The trees are dabbed with a golden brush; the mornings start foggy and still; the pigs have plenty of squashy apples to eat and the earth breathes in.
This is a picture from a year ago today: funeral flowers and foliage from our garden and from theirs. We are thinking of them.