BOUYED ON THE heaven-ward whisper
Of dancing leaflets whirled
From all the woods that autumn
Bereaves in all the world.
And midst the fluttering legion
Of all that ever died
I follow, and before us
Goes the delightful guide,
With lips that brim with laughter
But never once respond,
And feet that fly on feathers,
And serpent-circled wand.
~Extract from 'A Shropshire Lad' by A. E. Housman
Blueberry picking in the mountains of Bodø, Norway, home of my heart and one of my dearest friends.
A cosy nook where I have been working since late Summer. I am now packing my suitcases and handkerchiefs on sticks and trundling to the magical Green Tree Gallery in Borde Hill where I am to be artist in residence in a shed!
Hallowe'en is creaking nearer like a pumpkin carriage on rusty wheels. My friend Ginger and I have long crumpled noses which we hide through the year and unfurl in October. Our first endeavours into pumpkin carving have grown beards.
But also given birth to a moonlit landscape scene...
Images © Pippa Chorley 2009
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