We've had such skies this month!
Denim blue and brooding with light piercing through.
Late afternoon golden sunlight.
Breathlessly high, powder blue skies with whip cream clouds.
And cool wind rustling the tangled gardens.
Woodsmoke wafted on the breeze yesterday afternoon and it seemed suddenly to transport us to Birch Island.
The sweet, sweet air of autumn. Coming inside with icy cheeks and fingers to soak up the wood heat. Soup and fresh buns, and the warmth of loving eyes.
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I've been feeling homesick for Clearwater lately too. That earthy smell of fall and rustling of sun-dried leaves. Love it.
ReplyDeleteYou have transported me back to many fond memories of Birch Island days!
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