Wordless Wednesday. A beautiful foggy morning.
Wordless Wednesday. A beautiful foggy morning.
Not being one that feels as though they can offer upbeat advice, positive thoughts and such, I’m just not going to attempt to do so. I try to look on the positive side of things, although I’ll admit there are times when I struggle with it. I’m just not the cheerleader type. Like – yay …
A cold dark foreboding mist is covering the farm, perhaps evocative of what so many are feeling these days. I screamed a primal sound that a mother makes when her baby is in the snatches of a dragon. I ran with fear in my heart towards the sound of terror coming from Snowball.
Farmers have been gardening by moon phases dating back to ancient times. I too follow this practice. For me, it makes me feel more connected to the earth and the rhythms of nature. The 23rd was a new moon, perfect for planting seeds.
Dried lambs ears and lavender, my herbal version of a smudge stick. I experimented last summer with making these. I used a lot of the lamb’s ear in place of white sage, which is traditionally used in smudge sticks, we do not, however, grow that here. Lavender and rosemary and roses …
What a week – you too? Highs and lows and I’m not just talking about the weather. This week in our neck of the woods we had an earthquake, flooding rains, high winds, gloriously warm temperatures followed by plummeting temperatures.
I wanted to be an official ambassador for the program Growing Kindness, but sadly I missed the deadline. So why not start my own local project.
On the other side of the once clean kitchen window. I snap a few photos. The window was nicely cleaned recently by Mr. Red Dirt. These little critters have dirtied it up with their cute little paws and their nudging little noses. My daily entertainment.
A brilliant sky, pink with swirls of blue and purple if only for a moment, long enough for me to take just a few photos and then it was gone. That’s how the morning started yesterday. Sleet and freezing rain with just a bit of snow fell briefly. I find time to write now because …
