On a beautiful walk this morning with my hubby and our dog , we walked into the magical wildwood where I often visit to connect with the magic. I was called to a particular tree to take a photo of the moss that was holding it in a green blanket of softness. As I was trying to get the best angle to capture the magic with my camera, I walked around the other side of the tree and there growing through the moss was the most beautiful tiny tree fungi, they were minute. I took a photo of them with my finger resting on the tree to show the size of these little guys. They were magical, very fae energy…. I loved them!
A misty fog suspended across the land like a mysterious shroud, giving us a reminder that the veils are growing thinner as we get closer to Samhain.
Cobwebs in abundance, hanging like lace from the remaining hawthorn berries, creating nets to catch the berries as they loosen their grip of the autumn branches.
Stunning autumn colours were everywhere. The array of russet colours were in abundance in the waning ferns, with the odd splash of green offering defiance to the season of withdrawing energy, fighting to resist the retreating energy of release. Old wizened trees remain standing tall amongst the carpet of autumn, not yet ready to change to the required colours, holding onto their leaves. A naked dandelion stands tall in the lush green meadow grass, having lost her vibrant yellow to her downy wish clock and now all that remains is her skeletal stalk of beauty, just like to bones of our ancestors.
We were enveloped and blessed by the beauty of the land as we meandered through the pathways of the beginning of our day.