Golden Autumn Moments in My Garden Sanctuary.

Sharing in this post offerings of golden autumn moments, experienced and captured with reverence and gratitude through the camera lens. The leaves are down now and the trees bare from a recent final mighty wind - but wow, the colours were enjoyed and the moments savoured this year.

But there is always a November space after the leaves have fallen when she felt it was almost indecent to intrude on the woods…for their glory terrestrial had departed and their glory celestial of spirit and purity and whiteness had not yet come upon them.
— L.M. Montgomery

autumn is when…

autumn is when …the scents of earth and unspoiled sweetness fill the air prompting gratitude and awe…

autumn is when… the morning air is fresh and crisp, and the glistening droplets of dew lighten even the dullest of tones.

autumn is when… the leaves that are etched boldly with the markings of character and transformation catch my creative eye.

autumn is when… the soft carpet of fading leaves creates a rich and yet subdued colour-scape for wandering thoughts and daydreaming.

autumn is when… the soothing sounds of rustling and fluttering are welcomed and enjoyed as leaves cascade and spiral downward in their lively yet gentle autumnal dance.

Our Golden Katsura • Dave’s Tree • 2021

Golden Garden Creations.

“Autumn Harvest Circle - Gifted Knowledge, Connection & Change” • Response Eco-art for CATA Conference • 2021

Connecting Circle •’ J’ • 2021

Connecting Circle • ’M’ • 2021

Connecting Circle • ’M’ • 2021

Connecting Circle • ’Creative Connections’ • 2021

Connecting Circle • ’P’•  2021

Golden Nature Corsage • 2021

Connecting Circle •’ S’ • 2021

Connecting Circle Closeups •’ S’ • 2021

’Creative Connections’ Nature Circle • 2021

Connecting Circle • ‘Gathering’• 2021

I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen, of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have been; Of yellow leaves and gossamer in autumns that there were, with morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair.
— J. R. R. Tolkien
 
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