To celebrate the Harvest Moon a moon feather heralding a storm.

 I've moved all the loose pots and plants in the garden into the greenhouse ready for the gale force winds tonight and tomorrow. 

My son and I got the ladder and picked as many apples as we could before they fall and bruise tonight.

Likewise the fig tree stripped bare of its beautifully ripe baubles before they scattered as a sacrifice to wasps.

Pumpkins and courgettes lie low with their heads bowed in preparation.

Tonight the season turns with the gale and the moon. The leaves are in a hurry to fertilise the soil this year and put the ground to bed.

The fruits prepare to grow new trees.

And we move to the next decade since another fall...

This Magic Feather

This feather helped the bird in flight

Then gathered dreams up in the night.

It came upon a shooting star

and carried those visions to a far

and magical place it seems

To sleep perchance to dream.

 Jude Hill's (spirit cloth) magic feather came from the USA this week.

This one was on the doorstep upon our return from the sea - pointing the way home last night.

Jude will be sent the top feather - see the side bar, bottom right - The Magic Feather...