" When the trees thicken into a wood,
the fragrance of the wet earth and rotting leaves
fills my soul with delight...
I particularly love that smell -
it brings before me the entire benevolence of nature,
forever working death & decay, so piteous in themselves,
into the means of fresh life and glory,
and sending up sweet odors as she works."
{Elizabeth Von Arnim}
autumn walks
along leaf-strewn paths,
whispers of woodsmoke
caressing the air.