rise and root



The Flame Haired Solstice Dreamer

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"

Hopi Prophecy


swampy did a little gardening yesterday and behind our miribilis jalapa 'marvel of peru' he found this...

a final cucumber, tucked away between the bush and our fence! to be honest because i have been so unwell i forgot i had planted it.

two days ago i managed a short walk with swampy and flynt and actually remembered my camera so was pleased i was able to show you these...

a bit of research later and i am 99.9% sure this is either a suillus grevellei/larch bolete or suillius granulatus. it was a grey, damp day and so these stood out like bright jewels among the brambles. other sparks of color came from the blackberries but wouldn't you know it the batteries in my camera needed changing!

yesterday we had to travel to the next village in order to keep my doctors appointment~more about that here~and when we left the hollow our village sits in we were slowly engulfed by a mist that left everything around us~the high moorland and the distant trees~in shades of green and grey and the grass was coated with a silver-grey sheen.

coming out of the village the mist had thickened and we could see even less than before and it felt like a perfect autumn day~even the ponies now are merging in with the surroundings, among the copper and orange of the bracken some are almost invisible.

today the rain has come in and looking out of the window things seem a little less magical and i am trying to decide whether to go for a walk with swampy and flynt~i was unwell last night to the extent i couldn't take my amitriptyline and so everything feels painful and sore today.

well i did go for a walk but it was so painful and i was so slow it wasn't an enjoyable walk


Granny Sue said...

Nice surprise, that cucumber. I am so sorry to hear you are not well, laoi. I tried to click the link to read about the Dr appt but it didn't work. I hope you improve soon.

Rowan said...

I'm sorry you are feeling bad today and couldn't enjoy your walk. I feel so sorry that you are having to endure all this pain and discomfort. Your description of your outing the other day is beautiful, autumn has so much to offer, so many kinds of beauty. Hope you soon feel well enough to enjoy things again.

miss*R said...

what a delightful day! that mist sounds just perfect to touch ones soul. mist does that to me too.. I wonder why?

hugs to you re your pain & illness.. wish I could do something to take it away :(

Laura said...

i'm sorry it wasn't a good day for you physically. i hope that tomorrow will be better!

laoi gaul~williams /I\ said...

i have fixed the link!

thank you all for your kind comments

All things share the same breath~the beast, the tree, the man, the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.

Chief Seattle

Johney Gaul~1915

Johney Gaul~1915
1890-17 september 1918~France