The white on the grass shows the first frost. Last year this time, it had just snowed.
Fantasy, Erotica, Horror
Category: Land
Spirits and ghosts visit this time of year. I do think the veil between this world and the otherworld is thin now. Ancestors hang in the eaves, eavesdropping. The Snoqualmie tribe, on whose land I live, also traditionally thought ancestors came back this time of year.
This is my backyard a couple days ago, on a misty afternoon. I live in the foothills of the Cascade Mountains, in Washington state, and often the bowl of the valley below my house fills with mist early and late. I’m on the edge of a wilderness, and my backyard looks like it!