~~blessed trails and a magical equinox to you this day as we turn toward buttery pies and darkening skies ahead::it’s a digging into the worm rich soil, a skeletal stalky garden with seedheads silhouetted bird food here, a hint of green in plantain, lettuce, kale, grasshopper basking in the sun while the busy ants make the most of the time left to them before it’s down under, one door closing to another opening:: a tunneling into hills, burrows and dens to spring out of::later when these butterflies wake up in mexico and the warming earth we’ll hoe into furrows, for now:: though summer’s at end, autumn, hinting golden gloriously tawny, is right on the curvaceous bend::we’re celebrating all the radiant cycles of life this red sky walking night, may your hearth fires burn bright!~~
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