Lost and found is my eureka! blog, my rediscovery of my short fiction and poetry submissions published in literary magazines and university literary journals some decades ago. Interspersed, occasionally, with more recent, hitherto unpublished pieces.
This is Nature's irrepressible sense of humour, briefly arresting cold November winds, allowing a blessed reprieve, recalling summer's taken-for-granted gentle breezes, loftily-piled feather-white clouds against a pale blue canvass of sky, the brilliant eye of the sun poking its scintillating fingers upon the landscape, warmly, tenderly.
And we, how we so very much appreciate her humour, bathe ourselves gratefully in its essence, happy for the restoration of weather attuned to mood - or is it the reverse? Regardless, we bask in the kindness of this Indian Summer, the calm before the stormy onslaught of inevitably-icy winter gales.
Not only we, but the bluejay with its bell-clear call, the beaver hauling itself out of its lodge, the squirrels running amok, searching acorns and pinecones, white moths circling the gentle air, the whistling, predatory hawks, and questioning owls, the red-capped woodpeckers, all of our landscape companions indulging in Nature's seasonal practical joke.
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