View from East Glen

Not quite Dighton,  but any port in a storm. Tawny Port maybe.

4.5+ billion years old, still looks good. 

 

A Wild Turkey’s “beard” is the tuft that looks a bit like a miniature horsetail dangling from its breast. Year-old males have beards up to about five inches long, while toms three or more years old can have beards that are 10 inches or longer. Rarely, a tom will have one primary beard and one or two smaller beards just above it.

Summer is almost gone.

It’s Labor Day. Where did my summer go. Every season has it’s unpleasant mood. Labor Day is at the top of the list for me.  It was much worse while in school, but not much better over 50 years later. Summer fades into Fall, shorter days, irritability and anxiety along with a bunch of other Clinical definitions bullshit of seasonal disorders. Hell, I am making my self depressed now. 

we’re meant to lose the people we love. How else would we know how important they are to us?

Hollyhocks

Hollyhocks, as I see them.

In pagan and Wiccan circles, Hollyhock symbolism is associated with Lammas because of its tendency to reproduce in abundance. They are frequently used in rituals involving requests for abundance, due to Hollyhocks symbolism of growth and rebirth.

In fact, it is said that one reason why it used to be grown so close to English cottages was to promote abundance in the household, both in power and wealth, but also in fertility.

 

 

It wasn’t uncommon even in the modern era to find Hollyhocks grown in graveyards, particularly along fences and gates.

 

Spring May 6th 2019

Finally, it may be close to Spring.

Behold, my friends, the spring is come; the earth has gladly received the embraces of the sun, and we shall soon see the results of their love!

Sitting Bull

 

From June 18, 2018 WATCH HERE

 

 

 

 

 

Dreams of Summer

“Spring flew swiftly by, and summer came; and if the village had been beautiful at first, it was now in the full glow and luxuriance of its richness. The great trees, which had looked shrunken and bare in the earlier months, had now burst into strong life and health; and stretching forth their green arms over the thirsty ground, converted open and naked spots into choice nooks, where was a deep and pleasant shade from which to look upon the wide prospect, steeped in sunshine, which lay stretched out beyond. The earth had donned her mantle of brightest green; and shed her richest perfumes abroad. It was the prime and vigour of the year; all things were glad and flourishing.”

—Charles Dickens, Oliver Twist