There’s something exuberant about the blooms of August. As though summer, knowing it is on its last legs, throws all its efforts into a medley of colour before its time is over. It is the season of vivid purples and zesty yellows: great tangles of willowherbs, thistles and buddleia bordering knots of ragwort, great mullein and weld. And the lush white bindweed trumpets creeping nefariously over them all.
Nowhere is this more obvious than along the tracks. This is railway country, the place where the ‘father of the railways’ was born. George Stephenson built his first locomotive to transport coal down these tracks. The county is scored with the remains of the old lines, waggon-ways that ferried coal from the Great Northern Coalfield to the river Tyne. It was first carried on wooden tracks in horse-drawn carts, then on metal rails by stationary steam engines hauled by ropes and finally by steam locomotive.
These days, no locomotives pass this way, except perhaps in dreams in the dead of night. The rails are long gone, replaced by paths. Lined with hawthorn hedges, abundant in wild flowers. Birds, hares and other creatures inhabit these tracks now, burrowing into the banks and flitting through the hedges. Whereas once they were noisy with heavy industry, now they are peaceful trails in the midst of towns.
In this topsy turvy and unsettled year, my creativity hasn’t followed its usual path. I struggled to feel the celebration of summer and bring my box of dreams to fruition. Yet something strange has happened in the last few weeks. When I venture out, all I see is potential. Fat, glossy rosehips, scores of blackberries, elderberries and haws. Most still green, some beginning to turn, but only the potential of what they will become. And my creative energy has suddenly revived: I find myself fervently writing, reading and submitting before the final harvest comes. Like summer, I am giving the season my best efforts before the autumn tide takes over.
Thank you for this lovely blog post, Andrea.
I am glad that your creative energy is back. 🙂
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Thanks Karen, long may it last 🙂
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Beautiful words as always. I find fall often sparks a burst of creativity. Things stagnate for me in the summer. Of course, having kids returning to school and life going back to a routine is probably what contributes to this, but I also think there’s a certain feeling in the air in autumn that makes us want to hunker down and accomplish something.
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Thanks Carrrie, yes autumn is definitely in the air, which always makes a difference.
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Lovely pictures here 🙂 I’m happy that your creativity has been revived. I always find that Fall/Winter is when I come back to life – strange isn’t it?
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Thanks Courtney, there’s definitely a change in the air in autumn that makes us want to start anew.
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It’s such a very lovely place, Andrea. And you describe it so beautifully. Mega hugs.
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Thanks Teagan 🙂
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It’s almost delicious to read this post of locomotives passing in dreams and great tangles of willowherbs! I’m so glad creative energy has returned!
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Thanks Beth, it’s an atmospheric place to walk!
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“Ripeness is all” I think Shakespeare said… Andrea this is such fantastic writing: evocative, lyrical. It demands to be read aloud. I’m stealing it phrase by phrase and I’m going to try imitating it.
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And it’s riper by the day, those blackberries and rosehips are ripening very nicely. Thanks Bruce, I’m happy you think it’s worthy of imitation – we all have our strengths, you write great comic writing, often with a dark side – something I could never do 🙂
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Interesting that your creativity is rejuvenated just as summer is fading. Happy to hear it and to read it in these lovely words and see it in your photos, too. Flowering everywhere!
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Thanks Sue, lots of flowering, but autumn is always my richest time of year!
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Oh, what a lovely post. Pictures, words and your renewal. Onward and forward, Andrea!
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Thanks Cynthia – yes, onward into the next season 🙂
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That is wonderful Andrea. There is just something about nature that revitalizes you when everything is fresh. Gives you a new outlook on life!! Take care!
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Thanks Patrick, it does indeed 🙂
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Whenever I read a post from you Andrea I just want to get out there armed with walking boots and camera …and that is exactly what I am going to do .
After a weekend visit that started well , then ended in disaster …I need to re-charge my batteries .
It’s been a toppsy turvey weekend like your toppsy turvey year …so let’s make the most of the season . Thank you for reminding me 😊
Cherryx
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Thanks Cherry, I’m glad I’ve inspired you to get out there. We had a fabulous thunderstorm this weekend that chased some of the stagnant air away, so it was good to get out and about after that.
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So pleased to hear your creative energy has returned. I see its vibrancy in the gorgeous colour of your blog.
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Thanks Gallivanta, time to change to autumnal colours 🙂
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They are so warm and rich.
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Have been noticing and relishing all the late summer lushness too Andrea, especially after being away and coming back to find everything overgrown with a late flush of the most tremendous, unruly wildflowers….and yes, my inspiration has suddenly caught up with itself and now feels like a bottleneck, urgently trying to get out. Must be something in the air.
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You’re right Helen, there’s a real unruliness to it all at the moment as one thing gives way to another, I’m glad your inspiration is so unruly too 🙂
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I expect your many fans have expressed it all (;-)), but I just wanted to say that those ‘barren’ times aren’t empty void-like places we (I) always fight and flinch away from, but are those vital ‘spaces-in-between’ we all need in order to collect, to meditate, to simply be; or for me most of all, it is to allow some peace – that jumping off the merry-go-round, in order to be able to hear that small, all knowing voice inside that says, “Yes. This is where I’m going next!” Or something like that 🙂
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I think you’re absolutely right Rachael, for me, I think this year has been quite a big ‘in-between’ period and I’m sure with hindsight I’ll see the lesson in it 🙂
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I love those tracks Andrea, and the reminiscing of the industry that went before is just sublime. We have a deserted track running through the countryside near here – a victim of the Beeching era – but that too is now a haven for wildlife, joggers and cyclists. A train ride through these depths of rural Surrey has been lost forever – and I love the perspective you get from a train’s window. The most magical train ride I ever took was from Edinburgh to Newcastle in my career days – I was transfixed by the views out to Lindisfarne and that wonderful coastline which I’m intent on revisiting at some point. I think you must know this area well….lucky you.
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I do know that area well Jenny, it’s wonderful for us, we can start from my home town with its ancient priory and then it’s castle after castle plus wonderful scenery all the way up the coast 🙂 I do love a train journey – the journey from Newcastle to Carlisle is also a lovely scenic route along the Tyne Valley and I always loved the journey down from Carlisle into Lancashire, through the rolling hills. We’ve got much to be thankful for.
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What a lovely post Andrea! I love seeing the rich and herbaceous flowers billowing along the path. You did a wonderful job of describing the coal transport and the trains clanking through, and really made the old world come alive. How great that the tracks were revived into beautiful walking paths instead of left to rust or decay. The photos and your words were gentle and peaceful….lovely.
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Thanks Jet, yes they’re a great resource, so many lovely places to explore but also great wildlife corridors across the county.
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I’m envious of that fervor. Since the move, mine has faded away. I love how you know the names of all the vegetation. There is a lot in bloom in my new environment, and I wish I knew the names of them all. Next time you see one of my photos on my blog, let me know the name of the plant I post. Heh. I have no idea, but I take photos of the bounty around me. If you know the names of the flowers on my “Shift” post and on my “New Beginning” posts, let me know. I know nothing about botany, and can barely spell the word correctly, but still enjoy the rich nature around me. I appreciate that you share the beauty around you, too.
Keep up the good work and good luck with your submissions.
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The fervour has been a long time coming this year Lori, so I’m happy to welcome it now! I only know so many plants from looking at them and looking them up and there are still lots I don’t know – the ones on your new beginnings post look like some kind of Iris, but I’m not sure about those on Shift!
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Oh yes, that’s right, those flowers were Iris’. The yellow ones on the Shift post look like a bell. I looked it up, but the yellow bell flowers I found didn’t really look the same. Thanks, Andrea.
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I’m like Carrie — summer is hard on my creativity, and I blame it on lack of time to myself. I suppose I could get up earlier than 4 am, but I’m not sure that would do my body any good! 🙂 Autumn will be good for me because when the kids are in school, I get an hour here, 30 minutes there, and I’m able to really connect with my muse.
I’m so glad that your creative energy is at full throttle!
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Thanks Kate, I think you’ve done pretty well this summer! But no, I don’t think getting up before 4am is a good idea, I can’t even imagine getting up at that time 🙂
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Oh, what a wonderful comparison, Andrea (the burst of summer end to writing inspiration). I’m a strange one who loves the fall. For me fall is a time of reaping, cleansing, enriching my roots to incubate through winter. I hope your change in creative pattern will follow you into fall as well. I’m anxious to turn another season with your words 🙂
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Thanks Laine, I love fall – it’s my favourite season and I always find it a rich one, so it’s always a little bit of a relief that the summer is done and I can move into that next season!
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I find fall is my ‘new year’ and a great time to work hard. Wishing you lots of success Andrea!
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Thanks Shelley, me too so I’m hoping for a good start!
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I hear a ghostly train whistle amidst all this bounty — a metaphor for your embarkation on this new creative journey! I’m loving this boisterous August too. 🙂
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I expected you would Sunshine, let’s hope it’s one of those luxurious sleeper trains that don’t now exist and maybe never did 🙂
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Andrea, I feel your exuberance in your words and in the vibrant growing things in the pictures. Your finding potential gives me hope this promise will spread through our turbulent mixed-up time. ❤
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I do hope so 🙂
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Wonderful to hear you’re getting your mojo back, Andrea. I find I am more creative in the fall, and am hoping it doesn’t let me down this year, as I have a sequel to finish. Beautiful writing as always. 🙂
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Thanks Jennifer, I hope fall works its magic for you 🙂
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Andrea, great to hear that your creativity is thriving again.
Railway tracks have long fascinated me ~ even when the tracks are gone. There is always a sense of moving forward when thoughts of tracks flash upon the inward eye.
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They fascinate me too Jean, but that’s a great way of thinking about it, that forward movement.
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Oh Andrea, I am so thrilled to read that your creative energy has returned! I know just what you mean about this time of year, as August winds into September and the blackberries ripen and the days draw a tinier bit shorter and turn a little fresher. I love your tracks, thank you for sharing the history of them, I find this fascinating. I can just imagine you standing there, in the peace and quiet of an August evening imaging the sounds of an industry long gone. How the face of our great British countryside has changed. Lovely writing and photographs as always. I hope not to be away too long, and it is good to know that our bursts of creativity are bursting forth along a similar timeline. Your capture of the seasons energises me 🙂 I wish you the very best with your submissions and look forward to catching up with you very soon. Take care 🙂
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Thanks Sherri, I hope that new blast of autumnal energy helps your memoir along the way 🙂
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Thanks so much Andrea…bring on that autumnal energy for us both! Take care and enjoy the long weekend and see you soon 🙂
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Isn’t it wonderful when the creative juices bubble up and flow again? I’ve always loved the time of year when the summer heat becomes replaced by cooler, dryer air. And nature starts to shift gears into fall. Beautiful paths to walk and ride. The last photo especially could be in my town. I see several familiar plants.
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Still summer heat here yet, after a huge air-clearing thunderstorm, but the mornings are darker and some of the trees are already beginning to turn 🙂
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We’re having an unusual drought with many wildfires. Hoping for rain soon to help with the fires.
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I hope for rain for you too.
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I love the photographs, Andrea. But, even more, this: “And my creative energy has suddenly revived: I find myself fervently writing, reading and submitting before the final harvest comes.” It feels selfish to say, but I’m so glad to be reading the fruition of your creativity, too. I feel so lucky. Wishing you a happy, healthful writing week. 🙂
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Thanks Leigh! I hope this season is good to you too 🙂
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Makes me think of what grows regardless of our hard work and allowing or feeling like we aren’t working enough-that somehow always the creation is happening even if not visible. A lovely tapping into your fruits and, as you said, preparing for harvest.
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That’s the thing Diahann, I’m sure something has been percolating in this period of dormancy, so I hope it’ll now come to fruition 🙂
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My October Skies aster is the last blaze of glory. Usually blooms in Sept. and gives me a brilliant last taste of color before the gray and brown take over. Love these pics!
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The last blaze of the flowers is wonderful and then we get the beautiful blaze of the trees too 🙂
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Those tracks are calling to me Andrea – I’d never tire of walking/jogging/running along them. Maybe there are some bits and pieces that remain from the railway and industrial archaeology interests me, even more than the lovely flora whose names I don’t know 🙂
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There are plenty of tracks to keep you going Roy, not much left from the railway on the actual tracks – there are bridges and we do have a section of steam railway which is now a railway museum, plus George Stephenson’s old cottage is nearby.
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I’m so glad to hear your creative spark is returning. Although, truth be told, when reading your blog posts I find it hard to believe you’re struggling! Autumn is normally a restless time of year for me, which sometimes results in increased creativity. I’m afraid it will be stifled this year, though, by a heavy work load at the day job through September. Here’s hoping the weekends will at least be spent with the manuscript.
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Thanks JM, I hope you do get some creative you time this autumn as well as doing the day job.
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Lovely photos! I love finding old overgrown roads to walk down, definitely a wonderful source of inspiration! This looks surprisingly similar to a path I grew up near in North Carolina!
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Thank you! Overgrown roads are very atmospheric with all kinds of surprises to discover 🙂
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Very pleased to hear you’re in the flow once again 🙂
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Thanks La Sabrosona 🙂
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You have such beautiful countryside in your part of the world. So wonderful to see Mother Nature reclaim the landscape so abundantly. No more pollution from steam trains. It sounds as if you’ve reclaimed your creativity, too, Andrea, which is excellent.
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Thanks Sarah – we do have one steam train left, as there’s a small railway museum alongside one of the tracks, but the train usually only runs on Sundays down a short track – and I do love to hear its whistle! But there are so many little havens for wildlife, including in the overgrown parts of the museum itself.
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We have the Bluebell Railway in Sussex. When I used to live in that part of the county, I could hear the whistle from where I lived on a still day. There was something wonderfully nostalgic about the sound.
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Just beautiful and how exciting to be in the flow. Whenever I read your blog I think it’s only going to be a matter of time before I’m holding a book of yours in my hands and feeling absolutely thrilled at the prospect of reading it.
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Thanks Vicky, I hope so! This latest flurry of activity came after a particularly disappointing rejection from an agent for my book, but after the initial devastation, I got motivated 🙂
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Love your photographs, Andrea! One of my best childhood memories is walking on railway tracks. I still remember the smell, and the hissing sound the rails make as the train approaches…
I wish you best of luck with your writings!
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Thanks Inese, those must be great memories.
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Another generation, and the railway track memories won’t exist anymore.
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Andrea I am in a bit of a rutt, I think it has to do with the weather too, but spring is not far off and I hope new growth can inspire me to write and create again. Loving your walking track, so pretty. The blossoms are just coming out here so spring will be upon us soon. Look forward to hearing about all your writing adventures as always your posts are beautiful.
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I hope the spring energy gives you some movement out of that rut Kath, it’s been a strange year for me creatively, but I’m hopeful that the spirit of autumn will be a new phase for me.
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And off she goes!
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And where she stops, nobody knows….
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Ha ha ha. But it’ll be a pleasure going where she leads…
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This is the first post of yours I have ever read, Andrea and may I say I find it beautifully lyrical in its description.
Yes, to each season a colour or colours. I love the idea of summer giving it one last extravagant trumpet of deep, drowsy colours before the ochres and earth tones of Autumn arrive.
Wonderful!
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Thanks very much Francesca, I think autumn is winning now, though summer is trying to hold on fast this year 🙂
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If I taught a creative writing course, I might tell students to start each writing session by reading your latest blog post. As you know, your blog is one of my absolute favorites. Your writing is such a glorious blend of sensual and spiritual. Just saying.
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Oh Luanne, thanks so much that’s a lovely comment!
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Great post Andrea!
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Thank you Tony and welcome.
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oh I feel that slowing of movement that August brings, so wanting summer to linger a bit longer. Beautiful sentiments and a beautiful road – I love the purple spires. Your descriptions are so beautiful. In Scotland I saw fields of wild magenta lupins!
Looking forward to reading more! You do sound like you are in creative stride!
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Thanks Cybele, glad to hear you had your own fields of the colour purple!
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That’s great to hear – I hope your creativity will keep blooming along with the flowers. It’s funny what an effect the seasons have on us. Spring and fall seem to be my best times for writing. Maybe there’s more magic then. The old train tracks around here have also turned into bike paths. I love the bike paths but I miss the idea of those romantic trains. Your paths seem pretty romantic with all those wildflowers though!
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Thanks Sheila, to me that’s when the magic happens – the two big turns in the seasons, lots of energy in the air.
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Ah the ebb and flow of all of life––creativity and inspiration included.
I loved wandering the abandoned tracks, rich with floral hues with you, Andrea. What a lovely hike, feassting the eyes on the photographs and feeding mind and soul with your lilting words. Thank you!
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Thanks Julia – and already since I walked those tracks, autumn has come!
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Yes, we are soul sisters! This is exactly how I felt as I wandered through August paths of wildflower blooms. Perhaps we are both wild flowers, blooming as we create, creating as we bloom. Here’s to the freshness, now, of fall, and new crisp creativity.
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Thanks Pam, I like the thought that we might be wildflowers 🙂
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Andrea – You had me with the first photo. I immediately wanted to grab my walking shoes and walk down the road and through meadows of what appeared to be endless fields of flowers. I adore wide open meadows of flowers. Our summer has been so hot, everything meant to be cared for by mother nature has withered and dried completely. I’m anxious to prepare the soil for seeds. Again, you’ve captured my heart and soul with your photos and your prose.
Congratulations on the returning winds that lift your spirits and speak of writing and productivity in the way you want once again.
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Thanks Sheri, I’m glad I took you on a little journey 🙂
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You make me want to take a nice end of summer hike. This is gorgeous. Love the history of the place and how nature has reclaimed the paths. 🙂 Stunning!
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They are lovely paths to walk Kourtney, at any time of year – it won’t be long before the autumn colours take over 🙂
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