We be as leaves ...

This morning, I stacked birch logs in the log store for our winter fires - 

The apple tree is almost bare - the last windfalls lie on the grass amongst withered leaves - 

Bonfires scent the air - 

Dominic told me how he saw swallows flying away from the chilled land towards the southern sun - 

In a week's time I'll light our first fire - 

I'll listen to Let England Shake - 

I'll think of those words Llewelyn Powys saw on a Dartmoor gravestone - we be as leaves -

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Saturday 17 October 2015

The Old School House

East Stoke 

Dorset