August rushes by like desert rainfall,
A flood of frenzied upheaval,
But still catching me unprepared.
Like a matchflame
Bursting on the scene,
Heat and haze of crimson sunsets.
Like a dream
Of moon and dark barely recalled,
Shadows caught in a blink.
Like a quick kiss;
One wishes for more
But it suddenly turns to leave,
Dragging summer away.
~Elizabeth Maua Taylor~
As expected, 'my' field was harvested over the weekend....
|A Roll in the Hay? Oo-er missus!!|
Cassie maintained a safe distance from proceedings from the top of the gate and feigned indifference.
|Keep that thing away from me!!|
The Wheel of the Year is turning so quickly... blessings upon your harvest home - whether it be a few bendy carrots - or three hundredweight of courgettes!!