Cold winter brings the Everfrost and jewels every tree In a forest new as birth and old as old can be A flame~haired dreamer wanders there and shelters from the wind And spins her dreams around the trees to break the ties that bind She takes her thread and spins anew and how the Greenwood smiles As she spins a spell for freedom and for her spirit Wylde
The dreamer finds an ancient oak and shelters in his lee In a forest new as birth and old as old can be Tis summer now and birdsong weaves its magick through her spells And humming bees drum drowsily in the foxglove's bells The dreamer sits beneath the oak with yarn upon her knee And spins and knits and weaves her dreams and sets her spirit free
"When birds fall from the sky and the animals are dying, a new tribe of people...shall come unto the earth from many colors, classes, creeds, who by their actions and deeds shall make the earth green again. they will be known as the warriors of the Rainbow"
wood and harvest
merry meet )o( here you can see a small amount of the first of our winter wood being split and stacked in our lean-to; in fact swampy is up at the woods with our neighbour as i type, chopping more wood. this week we have had the rayburn going for most of the day and i think it will only be a matter of time before it is going 24 hours a day with the arrival of colder weather. our neighbour has lived within a six mile radius of our home for all of his 70+ years and we often get our general weather forecast from him as he more accurate for our little eco~system in our valley than the forecasters on the tv, he is forecasting a bad winter, and i agree with him,looking at the amount of berries on the trees and bushes it certainly looks like mother nature is making sure all our small creatures are going to be well stocked for the winter.
i thought you might like to see some of my small harvest, chillies of an unknown variety from my dad's garden. he gave the plant to me when it was about two inches high and despite the dreadful summer weather has flourished and produced some nice fruit~they are being dried above the rayburn for use over winter. the apples are again an unknown variety from an old tree in our front garden, this year was the first time we had a decent crop~possibly due to a very vigorous pruning last year! they will be made into a crumble tomorrow for swampy. we have harvested all of the tomatos now and looking at my butternut squash i am not convinced that they will amount to anything which is a shame. strangely the two pots of blck eye susans i planted out late are suddenly flowering really well and are a joy to see on my kitchen windowsill when everything else is starting to look a bit dull.
All things share the same breath~the beast, the tree, the man, the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.
1890-17 september 1918~France
~a community of persons with artistic or literary tastes who adopt manners and mores conspicuously different from those expected or approved by the majority of society~
''The beauty of the trees,the softness of the air,the fragrance of the grass,speaks to me. The summit of the mountain,the thunder of the sky,the rhythm of the sea,speaks to me.The strength of the fire,the taste of salmon,the trail of the sun,and the life that never goes away,they speak to me. And my heart soars."