Morning Sun And Apples To Store
Early sunshine breaths a big autumn smile over the flat world of the fens this morning, a Sunday of enjoyment sits here in the east. The wildlife of summer has left for warmer lands and now the the native birds rule again, no more the cries of hunting swift high above us or the sight of swallow over the dark fields of the fens, now we see the hunters hoovering over stubble and hedgerow with eyes locked on vole and mouse and great Marsh Harrier with huge easy wings hunting the wet lands of Anglia.
Today the doors of worship are open and those who dress in finery will walk tall through great oak doors and arches of stone to their seats on which some will ask forgiveness, yet I will watch my world of nature and learn more lessons of this magical land in which I live.
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