There is a special place
that all fairy folk know
where the colours of autumn
seem to have been handpicked
for sheer beauty
variety of colour
shape
and form.
Do human hands
still garden here....
or some other magic force
prevail?
Where abundance flows
at seasons end
and cold night frosts
herald the yearly change
of the 'little death.'
in the gardens of Persephone
beside a new consort, far underground
into winter once again
without her sparkling form beside us.
So how can we even think of destroying...
something so precious, complex, and unique as this?
Our own sweet Earth. Our home.
Keeping with the seasonal changes here is a perfect match for variety and colour. I've long been a fan of this French singer and the best of her groundbreaking elaborate videos. A work of art in itself and well worth a watch full screen.
Not your usual style, but I definitely like it!
ReplyDeleteGorgeous images but must "The Secret Garden" remain just that - I guess that it is in the west of Scotland somewhere.
ReplyDeleteSo colorful! Loved this!
ReplyDeleteYour photos are just gorgeous and have brought me such joy! Thank you so much for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThose are lovely colourful photos. The Lawyers Wig toadstool - found some just down the road from my new house but keep missing them until they've got soggy and inky (and inedible) like in your photo. Also found where there are some giant puffballs for my dinners next year. I think one of those will last me all day!
ReplyDeleteHi Anabel,
ReplyDeleteDamn... and here's me thinking I was a kaleidoscope of different writing styles and subjects for posts :o) I'll need to try harder to ring the changes over the next few weeks.
Cheers Rosemary,
ReplyDeleteYes it must.... at least until next week :)
Thanks Linda W,
ReplyDeletemore to follow later from the same trip.
Thank you Linda. Glad you enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteHi Carol,
ReplyDeleteI got lucky with the two mushrooms/toadstools as they were in prime condition for a photo. As you know I post a colourful flower tribute every autumn for a friend who is no longer here. One habit/tradition I think I'll keep for the duration of the blog.
Really pretty garden. I love it.
ReplyDeleteI see from your comment above that you have this tribute every autumn for a friend that is no longer with you. I think that is lovely.
Stunning tribute, beautiful splash of colour to cheer up a working day
ReplyDeleteMy we guess? is it 'Beth'? I nearly cried when I read about her demise in your book!
ReplyDeleteThank you Kay.
ReplyDeleteHi Andy,
ReplyDeleteIf you watched the second prog in that series Billion Dollar Deals (it was all about work) that would take the shine off again :o) I'm very glad I'm nearing the end of my working life instead of starting out as we will all be cyborgs soon- permanently connected into technology and work 24/7 if big business gets their way. When progress steals your soul as a post title was bang on target.
Well remembered Carol,
ReplyDeleteNearly cried? Sad stuff must be my calling then. I'll have you wailing your eyes out and a five hanky job with my next creative effort on here soon :o)
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