This weekend the dogs and I were catching some late summer sun at Craigmiller Castle. I love the low light and the long shadows which autumn brings, along with her fruits and mist. However the mist had all burned off with the crisp blue sky, and the golden light was saturating the over ripe grass.
The tips of all sorts of branches were saturated with berries and nuts, swollen with colour and juice. Autumns beautiful plump jewels were glowing in the late afternoon light, drawing the eye into corners of dappled shade.
Walking through the chestnut avenue, the light is bewitching, drifting in low patches which shimmer and shift in the warm breeze. The air is filled with green light, and all around is the sound of chestnuts dropping through the canopy of leaves and into the undergrowth.
Encased in protective green spikes, the gleaming conkers shine like polished wood. Smooth and cool to the touch, and filled with the promise of children’s games. Prize seeds, holding the potential of a whole tree.
While gold seeds wait for ripe release, back into the dark and fertile soil. The year turns, the colours shift, and the suns light fades with the green of the earth. The earth rolls us on towards the future.