In this melancholic season of golds and fire reds the flowers return and the seed of new life is planted within the moist fecund soil.
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A time of richness and bounty and not the ending that so many feel.
Indeed, the beginning of new life when the latent seed meets the receiving earth.
Here, on the mountain the acorn and the Crocus tell their own story as Autumn gently unfolds around me.
Photo: Cork oak acorn and Colchicum autumnale at Los Tornos. Courtesy of the author.