…Lammas lament …or celebration…

treeoflifetrad…the weather broke; from heat to chill in an instant …warm, rumbling air brought storms that refreshed the grass and had the birds singing again…

…the mists clear mid-morning and the air remains fresh; the sun holds the bite of March …along with the March-flies, whose bite can stop you in your tracks …they are ferocious this year…

…I can sleep at night; the mists roll back in by sunset …Saturn has been a beacon in the night-sky; so close it’s like a huge candle, flaring unexpectedly from behind the clouds…

…my favourite time, when autumn gives subtle hints of cold to come …cattle can be heard across the fields as they call to each other; low, full, bellows …young kangaroo bucks make practice runs, ‘play fighting’ for spring, when the call of the mating season comes around again and they gather females to them in small mobs…

…as the wheel spins, I watch the fresh from the pouch joeys, grow to mini-size; playful children, cuffed by their mother for unruly behavior…

…the local Kookaburra return every year, this time with three adolescents …they are heavy and the young silver birches take their weight with ease, bowing down gracefully to the earthtreeoflife3 …flexible in their strength…

…a harsh summer, yet still the hedgerows give their harvest to us abundantly …we always leave enough for the birds and animals that share the land… there are few creatures that totally strip a plant and leave nothing for others… only humans…

…luscious red orbs and bells are now forming in the greenhouse; tomato and tiny capsicum ripen and trailing vines of pumpkin and cucumber vie for place on the trellis …snow peas send winding green tendrils up between them; their juicy capsules ready to bite into …few make it in to the kitchen…

strawberries…this years crop of alpine strawberries has been small until now …just a little moisture and they swell with shy pride, hiding beneath their canopy of green… it’s a battle for who gets there first, Pip the Terrier …the Currawong, the Raven or us… they may be tiny but the burst of flavour on the tongue is like no other…

…I love to wander in the morning mist …when the scent of moss is known to drift …on a wistful wind or in watery drops …as the season changes…turns again …never stops …to think of housework or any mess that’s made …by potatoes dug …from earth to blade …or the dew-drenched berries from a hanging vine …quench the thirst …feed the body …their taste sublime …leaving blue-red stains on hands and face as the season turns again …picking up the pace …slippery sliding down, into places dark …as the birds fly on and the trilling lark …sings one last song as she sails for home …on the winds of change …across earthy loam …as the cycle spins again and the year is spent ….then Lammas is just one last lament…

…blessings from Beyond the Gate …Penny

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  1. In the garden….the dying back
    In my job…the dying ..passing over..bless the soul on its passage
    In the garden…the new bulbs planted – new life begins
    In my job…the new born..takes his first breath…I smile with relief…
    My blessings to you, Penny, for helping me put this all into perspective.. and stay whole.
    Terri

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    1. …ah yes Terri …I hear you …that is the analogy of life seen through the cycles of nature and Her seasons. …it helps us all to put life in perspective …forever changing yet the same …each cycle different and yet we can perceive another ‘angle’ to it as we grow within each individual cycle. Blessing to you and thank you for my Sage plant …I’m sorry I didn’t get to see you. Penny

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