What an odd concept it is, this putting back of the clocks. As if, somehow, we can add more time on to the day, or take some away. A day is the same length, whatever the clock may say.
Unfortunately though, most of us have our lives dictated to by the ticking masters in the corners of our rooms. When to get up, when to leave the house, when to eat, when to sleep.
But what is time really but a man made concept. I am always reminded at this time of year how our ancestors lived, not by the rhythm of the pendulum, but by the rhythm of the seasons and the motion of the sun. Their lives were dominated by the growing season of crops and before that by the migration patterns of the animals.
It is true that our lives are less fraught with danger than they were then but I feel, that in losing our close connection to the earth and her seasons, we have lost a very important part of ourselves.

The season of mists and mellow fruitfulness


Autumn truly is the season that England does the best! The colours are breath-taking in their beauty, and all the more so when coupled with the faint smell of decay that is all pervading in the autumn woodland. It reminds us that this is natures firework display before the long dark days of winter are upon us.

It is also a last opportunity, before the depravations of the colder months, to gather food from the wild, both for humans and for animals. Today, we were only gathering Sloes, for the wonderful yuletide treat of Sloe Gin. But there was so much else we could gave foraged for. Rowan berries, Rosehips, Elderberries, Hawthorne berries. All there for the taking, a sign that nature looks after those who know how to harvest her bounties!

So it has been a wonderful afternoon of beauty, bounty and friendship, and has certainly left me counting my blessings!

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