My Lewes garden plunged into darkness and light.

It’s an island of roses illuminated by the September sun against the dark green foliage of the Bronze Age mound at the bottom of my Lewes garden. I’m told we live on a ley line here in this quirky little town but it may be the collective memory of those Bronze Age folk or merely a trick of the light but looking out of my window at this yesterday, I felt strangely connected to this place. It’s probably just the roses frolicking in their last rush of colour on a cool sunny day but it could also be a sign of  the Autumn Equinox just a couple of days away now when ancient peoples, and why not us too, celebrate the equilibium with equal hours of darkness and light.  I hope those ghostly Bronze Agers up there on the mound are enjoying it as much as I am.

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