Flit

A photo of a leafy oak tree on a ridge in a golden meadow under a blue sky scattered with white clouds

Warm. Still. Old jeans on fresh from the wash, soft and snug. Sparrows dart from the neighbour’s hedge.

My stride is slow but my mind bubbles. Flits around noisily like the sparrows. I think of rooted and routed, of trees and pathways.

A photo of a wooden bat gate.  A woodland trail winds up a small hill beyond it.

I think of history, the composting of time. Fertile soil for new growth. Permaculture.

A photo of a mushroom with a white stalk and brown cap growing in woodland leaf litter

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