Changes

Ch ch ch changes, as Bowie sang, the forest is entering a period of change. I know that nature's always in flux, though mostly it goes unnoticed. But there are periods when it's very tangible. I smelt it first last week, subtle on the breeze.......Autumn, or rather the outriders of autumn, heralding the seasons approach.  You can smell it, the sweet petrichor. You can feel it, fresh on your skin, filling your lungs. But beyond the physical, you feel it. Spring and autumn, the most trans-formative of the seasons; the two seasons I enjoy the most, both so full of anticipation and hurried activity.  I think it's natural to be moved at these times. Not too long ago autumn would have been as important to us as it is to the other animals, before globalization the coming of autumn and the certainty that winter was to follow, would have been a period of heightened anxiety as we gathered in the harvests which represented our survival.  Naturally that echoes in us.