Friday, October 31, 2008
Dreaming of Derbyshire Dales
and the fields were verdant even in the haze..the stone pillars rising from the mound as if the broken jagged teeth of a long forgotten but sleeping warrior fallen upon hard times and soft turf. the cows pay no attention.... they graze on as i gaze on. enraptured.
i'm hiding here! [the sprite said in sotto voice with warning eyes]
don't peer too closely, my house is threefold and fecund.
and as we awoke and emerged from the thin coverings of our wool blankets we found the ground alive with earth's steam and the promise of a new day