rise and root

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by the gorgeous bohemian wild roses~thank you me dear xoxoxo


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

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"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

~of ferns~

Linda's on-going and gorgeous garden project reminded me of something i wanted to talk about following one of my older posts

ferns

i adore ferns

ferns and fritillaries

i my garden i have lots of both, the fritillaries are left to sow their own seeds every year and the ferns checked to ensure they have lovely damp soil.
three of my established ferns were babies that came from my mums garden and they are just thriving along the side of the six foot fence that means they are always in shade.

but of course you must remember the ancient lore that surrounds the gorgeous fern

we have the receipt of fern-seed, we walk invisible
henry lV

the victorians were great fans of the fern and would build the most beautiful fern houses for them~in this country there are very few existing but one that was discovered and restored was at ascog hall on the isle of bute in scotland...one day i plan of driving pretty pagan all the way up there.

there are many images of victorian fernery's online where you can wander




the fern gatherer
c.s lidderdale

i can sit for ages in my nook and just gaze at them all growing happily in my garden, they bring visions of the fae conducting their almost invisible lives away from the sight of swampy and myself...



1 comment:

Linda said...

OMG this was such a beautiful post Laoi....I always remember my Gram having a fern garden but you have made them magical...I will definitely do some research on them...Tomorrow I go to collect some... Thanks again for the suggestion...they will be perfect ..:)
Have a beautiful evening...<3

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



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Johney Gaul~1915

Johney Gaul~1915
1890-17 september 1918~France