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

~come for a walk~

it was a lovely morning for a walk today.
i woke up to blue skies and it was chilly but oh so nice to be out

every holly tree is laden with bright red berries~i still say we are in for a hard winter

plenty of rose hips are on the bushes...but i think people were there before me as a lot of them are a bit of a reach!

the green bracken of summer has now become either a golden brown or red~some of the ponies fur matches it exactly

crab apples litter the ground~next year i shall be making crab apple jelly
hey its me!


i started gathering my rose hips this afternoon but my bag caught on a bramble and ripped~which made swampy laugh~so i only had a handful.
tomorrow i will be taking a Tupperware box and on the way home found a long line of untouched bushes near where we walk so hopefully i will be able to gather the two pounds i need.
i noticed some sloes but don't think that at this time of year i will be able to gather enough to make use of.
next year i plan to be much more organised.


now i am home in the warm, with candles lit and 'the darling bids of may' has just come on the tv~so i shall say goodbye for today!


miss*R said...

lovely :)
what are sloes?
your time when you arrived home - candles & darling buds of May sounds so snuggly xo

Kadeeae said...

I quite enjoyed that walk ;-)

You mentioned candles in an earlier post (still trying to catch up!)... can I ask, do you make them or buy them? I ask because I've been on a bit of a hunt lately for some scented ones for winter, and have been so disappointed with any I've purchased as the scent seems either non-existent or goes within a couple of burnings :(

Kath said...

I love it that we Blog friends can share oneanothers favourite walks!

laoi gaul~williams /I\ said...

robyn sloes are the fruit of the blackthorn.
they are a purple/black color and can be used for sloe gin

Twiggy said...

Lovely walk, thank you. We've noticed on our recent jaunts that the hedgerows are loaded down with berries.
twiggy x

Granny Sue said...

Ah, time! How nice when we have enough of it to walk, and notice, and harvest what we can. Laoi, thank you for this post.

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