Tell me what you see

This is the autumnal clothing of wild angelica. I’ve loved following the stages of her changing wardrobe over the last few months.

Here, stripped of her frothy pink summer fronds, she takes another shape with the suggestion of fertility and fruitfulness.

And here she will stand while the greenery around her drains of colour until the last of autumn rays sink into winter.

In that passage of time, she stands as a sentinel beside the path and at the water’s edge.

And I will salute her faithfulness and listen to what she has to tell me.