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Janey...

Feeding among the barley stubble, startled pigeons scatter across the mackerel-sky

Jane...

Sunlight twinkles silver on a haze of grass.

Helen...

Trees and hedgerows darker green now and ragged at the edges. Sharp air.

Beverley...

The rusting creep of autumn in the chestnut trees.

Kit...

In first-frost folds of fell, foxglove leaves are veined with threads of lace

72 micro-seasons 43

Janey...

Blackberries diamond-hung in the silent morning rain

Jane...

A haze of watery golden mist hangs over the river.

Helen...

Pale pink splashes spilling all over the place - ah those Japanese anemones again!

Kit...

Hedgerow thistles gone to seed - Miss Havishams in ruinous ivory raiment

Beverley...

The absence that follows the harvests allows the fen fields to fill with wide open space again.

72 micro-seasons 42

Janey...

Adventuring in the interior...

Ruby-jewelled rowan bushes bedeck the hedgerows

Helen...

I pull onions from their beds - brown papery skins dry in the evening sun.

Beverley...

After the rain the air is steeped in a soft tangy scent: early leaf fall, forgotten apples, wet and shabby roses.

Jane...

Cool clear sun lights clusters of berries on burnished hawthorn.

Kit...

A shaft of solway evening sun falls on withered stems of giant hogweed - turns them into golden statues.

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Janey...

Tendrils of mist finger their way stealthily over the cliffs

Beverley ...

A bank of vermillion rose hips, scarlet berries on hawthorn, and a profusion of purple sloes.

Helen...

Swallows skittering,

A chill in the morning air,

Fat plums ripening.

Jane...

Early nightfall on a grey day calls to the coming Equinox.

Kit...

Early morning, Coombes Wood, a ghost basket of gossamer thread stretches on pins of gorse