With every morning becoming cooler and heavy cold dew rolling from green autumn leaf, summer walks away from the rich fenlands and autumn prepares us for those cold ice months of winter. Lone chimney's start to puff gentle smoke clouds into the nippy evening air as fen tiger's glean great coats from timber chest and ready for winter, the apple harvest lay beneath wide thick branch as last potatoes are pulled and sacked, the magical flat world makes ready for another season of darkness and cold.
Rains ride the fen winds this last few days and skies of pure blue seem a distant gift that welcomed us each morning, no more the heat will test this bead maker at his flame, now cold will await his opening of the door each dawn and his little dragon will soon be warming the old barn in which his dreams are made.
Your pretty, colourful, bugs mean that these little gems can be worn, and looked at, as a reminder of the lovely summer just past :-)) Erika
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