Warm and wet. That may be the weather report for today and tomorrow. There are low pillows of cloud encasing the hills, hugging the loch. Drops slide off now yellowing leaves, they too fall. I have noticed over the past few days that even the bracken, taller than humans in places is brown and droops, its’ season complete. Underneath these plants often reveal juniper starving for light.

Yesterday I spoke of eggs and seeds. These days the elders are ripe, as are many native and cultivated plants. The elders have supported robin, jackdaws and wood pigeon in my garden over my past two breakfasts. I do use the word “supported”, intentionally. To see three jackdaws simultaneously balancing on the crown of a small tree is engaging. And then there are the chunky wood pigeons.

I have few wishes. I await waxwings though, seeking summer fruit in late autumn and winter.

The seeds of  life.  We are. Accept and create this Sunday. Rinchen