Days shorten; late summer teeters into autumn. Leaves that were green and supple just a few short months ago are now tired and old. Butterflies grow ragged. As flowers seed, the bumblebees must fly further and further afield for their nectar. It is impossible to ignore the gentle, melancholy tone of the season. I was sitting under my favourite apple tree trying to work, when I heard the call of a bullfinch. High-pitched and surprisingly far-carrying, the soft, mournful sound fluted out from our neighbour’s tangle of elder trees.
29 August 2018, The Tablet
Glimpses of Eden
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