There is a seamlessness about the work on this last day of September.
Cutting wood, cleaning windows, stringing chillies, all merging as the day progresses.
Somewhere, in the distance, a crow calls its lonely caw…it’s repetitive and makes me think an animal has caught it…perhaps a fox.
I have watched the fox make it’s way across the rushy fields, darting here and there among the clumps of withering green.
Deep in the Fairy Wood, cutting and stacking with my little handsaw, all I experience from the outside world are noises of life without.
Che-Mousy-Bear stays with me as I work.
Once so very timid, he is finding his own place in this world, where he initially found only rejection.
I love him for having the tenacity to stay with it all…one of the small things that weave the tapestry of life here at Bealtaine.
Time to brew a pot of tea and stoke the stove…working on the land is fluid, as the day progresses.
I am obsessed with hearts.
I have no idea why, but the shape draws me in.
I see hearts everywhere.
They fascinate me.
The work of the day continues with juicing apples for saving in the freezer.
Autumn changes the colours of the trees surrounding the cottage.
It seems that the view from this window changes every time I pass it…
Tiny webs configure across and around the Celtic Knot, too beautiful to clear away.
The woodland beckons…
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