As Autumn tip-toes in… I notice the neons in our hedgerows
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The green of new growth is not saved just for Spring.
Those vital, almost luminescent beginnings, of new leaves, at end of tendrils, can also be seen now. At ‘nearly’ Autumn, the months don’t dictate, what intention the course of nature takes.Ivy growing in brightest hues, where before it, sallow olive greens were evident. Deepest tones and glistening in the broken morning sunlight.Leaves above, fractured, fizzing neon in places, broken by browns and oranges…. As the autumnal tones, tip toe in. Settling within blades and margins.I believe that we can grow whenever the year feels it right for us to do so. We too can begin, afresh and renewed. Rejuvenated and with vivid luminosity… and hold on, and decide where we go next. What our purpose and goal may be.Our lives undulate, seasonal in year, and seasonally in life. Caressing the edges of possibility, when our time and our spirit allows.Brightest greens… brimming with possibility. The future shining… the light shining through. Catching breath, as we stop to catch ours.