all night long, and this morning, all the growing ones in this arid place are happily drinking. So I walk out in bare feet, into the cool damp grasses.
Aware that soon enough we will all be tethered to shoes and boots and
socks, crunching around in the cold and the snow.
I quietly wander past the broad overgrown vegetable garden, past the colorful coming-of-age Medicinal Garden, and up the curving Herb Garden path.
Out across the Conservation fields, the fog billows and sweeps, down the field and steep ravines to the outwaters of the river.
I quietly wander past the broad overgrown vegetable garden, past the colorful coming-of-age Medicinal Garden, and up the curving Herb Garden path.
Out across the Conservation fields, the fog billows and sweeps, down the field and steep ravines to the outwaters of the river.
Overhead are calls from all
sorts of visiting raptors, as the annual Convergence finishes up, with hundreds
of birds of prey coming together all along the small mountain range, before heading
off on their long migration journeys, with their carefully taught young ones in
tow.
The mid-September day turns cool, dark, and the welcome damps remains.
The mid-September day turns cool, dark, and the welcome damps remains.
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