Autumn in Fairyland

Autumn in Fairyland

Here is the second part of our adventure in Sevenoaks & Knole Park. I tried my best to convey in these images the magical atmosphere that we encountered there. It was, without exaggeration, one of the most memorable experiences in my life, from the walk through the most impressive neighbourhood, to the vast space of Knole park and its enchanting deer and eye-catching autumn colours. I added a few quotes that I feel perfectly describe my experience there: it was just like Fairyland!

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Knole_Park (3) I suppose you think you know what autumn looks like. [..] The trees go all red and blazing orange and gold, and wood fires burn at night so everything smells of crisp branches. The world rolls about delightedly in a heap of cider and candy and apples and pumpkins and cold stars rush by through wispy, ragged clouds, past a moon like a bony knee. You have, no doubt, experienced a Halloween or two. Autumn in Fairyland is all that, of course. You would never feel cheated by the colors of a Fairyland Forest or the morbidity of a Fairyland moon. And the Halloween masks! Oh, how they glitter, how they curl, how their beaks and jaws hook and barb!

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Postcard_from_Knole (1)  But to wander through autumn in Fairyland is to look into a murky pool, seeing only a hazy reflection of the Autumn Provinces’ eternal fall. And human autumn is but a cast-off photograph of that reflecting pool, half burnt and drifting through the space between us and Fairyland.

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Postcard_from_Knole (6)  But no red you have ever seen could touch the crimson bleed of the trees in that place. No oak gnarled and orange with October is half as bright as the boughs that bent over September’s head, dropping their hard, sweet acorns into her spinning spokes. But you must try as hard as you can. Squeeze your eyes closed, as tight as you can, and think of all your favorite autumns, crisp and perfect, all bound up together like a stack of cards. That is what it is like, the awful, wonderful brightness of Fairy colors. Try to smell the hard, pale wood sending up sharp, green smoke into the afternoon. To feel to mellow, golden sun on your skin, more gentle and cozier and more golden than even the light of your favorite reading nook at the close of the day. *  Postcard_from_Knole (7) *quotes by Catherynne M. Valente – The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making  sig S

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  1. Dorina

    Nu pare o postare de blog, pare pur si simplu o poveste in imagini. E absolut superba poza cu tine si caprioara, dar si cea cu lumina aceea magica.

    Chiar imi imaginez ca a fost una dintre cele mai frumoase experiente ale tale pentru ca totul e minunat, pare ireal.


    1. The Hearabouts

      Iti multumesc pentru comentariu, ma bucur ca am reusit sa transmit macar o parte din ceea ce am simtit cand am vizitat acest loc.


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