On the hottest day of the year, I take a morning walk through the forest. The chalk and gravel path is dusty and speaks of sun and heat to come. I wander a curved path through the meadow, bristling with the dark heads of old thistles and pale grasses. Most of the flowers are gone and it is the webs that offer adornment. Particularly at this time of the morning, when the sun is still on its golden climb and there is moisture left in the ground. Orbs as big as dinner plates and close knit triangles, like hammocks on the grass. When you notice one, you see them all.
I cross the bridge over a trickling stream. There is nobody else in the forest. I am accompanied by the soft songs of birds, the gentle buzz of bee and fly, the silent dance of butterflies across dappled light. Through plantations of conifers brooding over the path. Past familiar landmarks, like the gate that leads nowhere and the valley strung with telegraph poles and wires. Delicate heather is in flower, and I find a blooming of fungi, despite the dry conditions. A huge area of forest has been cleared, opening a shattered vista that is being colonised by new growth and more webs. I cross the stream again, past a rowan flaming with berries, back to the meadow. I’m tired and hot already. Back in the cabin, we close the heavy curtains and retreat indoors.
It is early September. We had hoped for autumn. Days cool for walking, nights chill enough to light the log burner. When we heard the forecasts, we assumed there would be a few hot days at the beginning of the week, before the season felt more like it should. But the heat hasn’t broken. Despite the shade of the forest, it has been too hot to walk. Winston manages a short wander before he is panting and wobbly. We stay close to the cabin, embraced by oak, pine, birch and ash. Ivy hugs the trunks of the trees. Pine needles flutter onto the deck. We’re visited by mobs of blue, great and coal tits, a shy and ragged robin, a few chaffinches, blackbirds and a nuthatch. A treecreeper spirals up and down the trees and a woodpecker taps softly on a nearby trunk. For the first time, I hear the mew of a buzzard. It reminds me of a score of movies in which a hawk’s cry is a symbol of the unforgiving desert. I watch as a pair glide over the canopy. It seems appropriate.
A grey squirrel is like a noisy delinquent: rustling foliage, cracking seeds, dropping things onto the metal roof. He feasts on acorns and blackberries, topped up by bird food he munches while defiantly watching us. This may or may not be Steve, rescued as a baby by the site manager and named before they knew he was a she. S/he seems content to spend the day leaping between the small cluster of trees that surround us. For an hour or so in the early afternoon, we cross to the site café to have a drink in air-conditioned comfort and watch a plethora of red admirals drink from the buddleia outside. As the sun sinks, the swallows and swifts appear, high up above the trees, dancing across the sky after the midges.
That night lightning darts across the sky. There is no thunder. No rain. Just the light. Flashes faint and bright, silhouetting the trees, as though a silent piece of music is being conducted across the sky. It is the following night when bass and percussion arrive. Rain batters the leaves, like the fall and rise of applause. Thunder booms and grumbles. For hours, we’re mesmerised by the storm. It is a gloriously rowdy end to the heatwave.
We leave the forest before dawn. The paths are muddy and the landscape infused with fog. The woods appear sickly green in the headlights. A toad crawls across the road like an alien. As we leave the trees behind, the fields are spectral with mist. A sliver of moon and Venus are bright in a pastel sky. In my pocket is an acorn, a gift left on the deck by Steve or perhaps the tree itself, a reminder that the dark half of the year has arrived, but that it holds the promise of growth within it. On this enchanted morning I can believe in the possibility of autumn and all it will bring.
A beautiful poem – capturing the best of the autumn season. It is now October 5th, and it is still warm. Tomorrow I go to Scotland for a week and am hoping for cooler temperatures – a more seasonal feel to the air. Thank you for the beautiful meditation. 🙂
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Thanks Janet, it’s definitely more like autumn now, though we’re expecting a warm weekend. I hope you enjoy your week in Scotland.
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Morning Andrea…..Drove to Tebay services on Friday – had. lovely evening…at breakfast next day we received a call from Oban where we were staying in a. cottage to say…DO NOT COME….flooding everywhere and land slides…. As we had a big dog with us, we turned around and came back and it’s just as well that we did.. It turned out to be a major weather event! Why am I not surprised!
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Oh no, well I’m glad you avoided any danger.
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Thank you – and I must say did enjoy Tebay Services:)
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Hi Andrea. It’s so nice to see your post and share your walking adventure. I feel transported by your words. Sorry you’re having a long hot September. We did too, but finally autumn seems to have arrived here. Hopefully for you too.
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Thanks Brad, yes the season has turned, though it is still warmer than we might expect.
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Same here.
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I’m enamored of your lyrical prose. You really bring us along with you. Too bad you didn’t have one more day to enjoy the coolness. Autumnal felicitations.
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Thanks Pat, yes it’s a shame we weren’t there the week after!
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Comparable to spending the week at the beach and having the sun finally come out what you are leaving. Better luck on you next vacation.
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It was! Thanks Pat.
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I always enjoy reading your thoughts on the world around you. What a magnificent tree. Hugs.
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Thanks Teagan, it’s nice to see you!
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So skilfully written, I feel as I were right there on the journey with you, seeing and hearing/not hearing it all. Long May you write, my friend. It’s a privilege to read your writing.
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Thanks for your lovely comment Cynthia.
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Lovely, Andrea. We are experiencing a heatwave here in New England. It is supposed to break tomorrow.
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Thanks Alethea, I hope it does.
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A enchanted morning indeed. May fall bring you peace and happiness as you walk in the forest.
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Thanks Jo.
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What a lovely area you live in. I never get tired of reading your writing, my friend. You are a gifted storyteller. Thank you for taking me along on your walk.
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Thanks so much Bill.
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I greatly enjoyed experiencing nature through your words.
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Thank you Liz.
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You’re welcome, Andrea.
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I was thinking about you the other day – it is such a pleasure reading your posts!
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Thanks Anne, not here so regularly these days!
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Wonderful writing, Andrea and beautifully illustrated too. We also went away at the beginning of September hoping for walks and nearly boiled in our caravan!
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Thanks Clare, I hope the storms aren’t treating you badly.
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We faired much better than we thought we would with this last storm; just a bit windy and yet more rain. The floods from the storm a couple of weeks ago are still in evidence so we are pleased the rain wasn’t as heavy this time! I hope you have coped with this stormy weather.
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We’re fine Clare apart from the top being knocked off one of our lighthouses and some of the barriers on the piers being washed away.
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What a violent storm! I am glad you are both fine xx
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You paint such an evocative atmospheric scene
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Thanks Crispina.
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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I’m always deeply immersed in the places you choose to focus on. Wishing you a cooler coming autumn season.
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Thank you!
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I saved your recent offering to enjoy after our own bungalow in the forest getaway and your lovely words and wander amplified our time away (and brought back some lovely memories). After reading your words, I feel like I’ve been on another getaway, Andrea, with both of us wishing for true autumn to arrive! At least the rains have arrived here with the first atmospheric river of the season arriving yesterday…
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Thanks Kim, autumn has definitely come, along with a few storms, which fortunately haven’t affect us too much, I hope everything is okay where you are.
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The rains have come but we’ve been blessed with dry and balmy afternoons…
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Such a lovely walk with you .. autumn is such a beautiful season
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Thanks Julie.
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Even with the heat, you make the forest seem enchanted, but more so with the rain. Already I’m in love with Steve.
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Yes, Steve was a cutie!
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Bore da, Andrea. From one day to another – from one place to another – from one season to another. The description of your early morning departure is wonderful. I call that time of day my while the rest of the World sleeps moment. The better of the two bookends in my opinion.
I’ve enjoyed my read of your posts. Thank you for sharing your moments with us. Say hello to Winston for me, please.
Take care.
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I do love that early morning time, but unfortunately I also love my sleep!!
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Hi Andrea – I tried posting yesterday, and WP gave me a terrible time – DK why. Trying again. As always, love walking with you, sharing some of the things that we both see around us, those wonderful, gauzy spiderwebs, the birds, the lightning. And I’m in love with little Steve. Hope you’re well.
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I got your comment Jeanne, but thanks for trying again!
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I miss the orbs as soon as they’re gone, which seems so immediate, doesn’t it? Like an event the spiders have set up and taken down overnight… Happy new year, Andrea! 🌒🌕🌘
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Yes, it’s strange when they all disappear. Happy new year to you!
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I hope autumn is treating you well, Andrea. The magic of how you described seeing the orbs is something I marvel at as well. Once you notice one, they all come into view and are a sight to see. These moments you share with us are special, I take what you write and create a dream while reading. 🙂
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Thanks Randall.
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This was delicious poetry. Enjoyed reading this post,Andrea. Your words transported me to the forest. I saw the hammock in the grass and heard the percussion and saw the light. Thank you!
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Your writing is as beautiful as always, Andrea, and I feel as if I am there. Cloud to cloud lightning as silent music is a delightful thought. I love storm watching and storm light. Few thunderstorms pass directly overhead in my area, and in summer I am always worried about hail and its tendency to shred and pummel plantings. The ground web spiders – I look forward to seeing them, too – I call arachnid Brigadoons.
I hope autumn has brought all good things for you.
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Thanks Lavina.
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Beautiful essay. You have an observant eye.
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Thank you.
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Andrea, I don’t have your email but thank you so much for the very kind review you left for Hammer of Fate on Amazon and Goodreads. Hugely appreciated! We are well past the solstice of Yule, but Happy New Year. Geoff
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You’re very welcome Geoff, even if I was a little late to the party 🙂 Wishing you all the best for the coming year.
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Andrea, Your words describe this quiet morning wonderfully and full of poetry.
yes, our world is so wonderful – I love this planet.
May the New Year 2024 bring us the freedom to dream, make those dreams come true and forge new paths, the strength to overcome obstacles, the wisdom to make right decisions and the determination to never give up.
All the best to you and your family…
Rosie
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Thank you Rosie, those are good wishes to have for the year ahead.
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Am not sure how I missed this but you bring back to life that really warm Autumn. Your nature descriptions are so precise and beautiful. Wishing you the best and that your writing spreads and is read widely.
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Thank you 🙂
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