Poohsticks and Custard Creams

"No I'm not getting old

I begin to live who I really am"

By Bianka luz

The Autumn rains persist, we await golden colours that have not yet begun, the frosts that should come to sparkle in low hanging sun, yet October is almost done.

The autumn is here, the light hours shorter, the dark hours longer, Robin sings louder, with increasing cheer, in the kitchen garden always somewhere near.

The Autumn brings evenings, a time of quiet, a comfy chair with a soft glowing candle, it gives time to remember the blossom on the pear, a racing hare, Beltane flowers in her hair, a harvest fair.

The Autumn gives fruitfulness, nurtures each seed, nature knows they will grow stong and gives what they need, she warms them and waters them so many mouths they will feed when the winters recede.

Our Autumn is not about getting old, settling in, being content, our Autumn is to live, no expectation or criticism to give or receive, no fashions to follow, no thoughts of tomorrow. A time for long velvet skirts and flower pot hats with red shoes that don't match! Fancy gentleman's waistcoats, brass handled walking canes, taking rides on steam trains.

Autumn is for nurturing, catching hold of your dreams, laughing in the wind, throwing Pooh sticks in streams, drinking sherry with fish fingers and knowing tea is for dunking your favourite custard creams.

Words and pictures by Artist and Druid © 2023 unless otherwise indicated.