The Golden Grass - Absoluterly (Listenable Records, 2018)
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The warm glow of sunset kisses the top of Devil's Tower, standing tall against a pastel sky. Below, a field of frost-touched grass adds a layer of tranquility to this serene landscape.
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thinking back to late autumn in the foothills
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To those who dwell in the fields and use their eyes, everything becomes miraculous and simple
-- Colette
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idr what they look like when they die
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With a hop, skip and jump, Algy landed in the midst of the beautiful glowing grasses which lit up the drier areas of the peat bogs and moorland when the sun managed to shine in the latter part of the year.
As he floated on a sea of autumn colour, Algy revelled in the fabulous patchwork of his bed, for he was surrounded by every possible hue of russet, red and gold, with accents of tantalising green still mixed in to provide a palette which any painter would be justly proud of.
Resting gently on the soft grasses, Algy resolved to spend a lazy Sunday just drifting and dreaming, while there was still some warmth in the world. As he dozed happily in a golden reverie, sometimes half awake and sometimes half asleep, a sweet wee verse he had once read in a book kept repeating itself over and over in his head, like the comforting drone of the bees somewhere out of sight on the last remaining heather:
Golden in the garden,
Golden in the glen,
Golden, golden, golden
September’s here again!
Golden in the tree tops,
Golden in the sky—
Golden, golden, golden
September’s going by!
Algy hopes that you will all have a happy, lazy Sunday too 🧡
[Algy is quoting September, a wee rhyme by the little known early 20th century American children's poet Annette Wynne.]
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The Golden Grass - Coming Back Again (Listenable Records, 2016)
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I had always known the sky was full of mysteries - but not until now had I realized how full of them the earth was.
-- Ransom Riggs
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