Winter crashed in with a storm that took off the roof of our greenhouse so, other than Brassica, there is no real growth in the garden for winter until our growing space is reinvented. This is happening and will result in an amazing space, twice the growing size we had and all raised beds to save our backs, with metal trellises behind them for upward growing and to hang planters for seedlings. All are Wicking beds too, so very labour-saving. Can’t wait to get my hands dirty again but I just have to find patience to wait out the wet and cold weather or not only the roof will take off but they who hang upon it fixing it!
Growing anything else outside is a waste of time when tomatoes, squash and pumpkin all end up as soggy, squishy blobs of veggie matter!
Bird life has been extraordinary this year …Blue-headed Wrens, House Wrens, Little Jackie WInter, Robins of every type, Currawong, Little Crow, Raven, Magpie in larger flocks than I’ve ever seen and then there’s the Wood Ducks, ponderously in step and rhythm they head for our pond to dredge the new and miraculous critters who have taken up residence there. I love to sit to watch the Boatmen skimming or paddling on the surface of the water.
It would seem early winter means a possible wet but early spring; some foolish little hazelnut and lilac buds are thinking very seriously about popping open before we’ve had the worst of the cold and more snow …curious how nature just does her thing anyway, leaving us to scratch our heads in awe. Even bulbs have had to wait this year and are dangerously close to sprouting in their little canvas bags …just a couple of fine days would be lovely as Winter Solstice fast approaches and the year. Last year’s lilies and grape hyacinth are already bursting above ground.
For several days the ice is frozen in the bird bath…
My little fox friend is growing, but she still makes a few, if more tentative visits, on occasion… but seems to be healthy and surviving without her Mum…
As a Pagan, the wheel of life turns in full consciousness, spinning threads; a tapestry of colour, light and sound.
Words too, spin threads of colour and when read aloud, create ripples of sound that vibrate out into the aether awaiting response.
This little innocent poem is a memory from childhood; a snippet I wrote when I was 9 or 10 years of age, which wouldn’t let go of me until I paid it some attention. It’s winter but the endless cycles of nature continue deep underground, where life is stirring again.
I was, and still am, always questioning the how, the why of life …I hope that questioning, never stops.
Wytch Way Round
Wytch way round does the Magick flow,
…does it ever stop,
…is it always on the move,
…ever on the go ?
Wytch way round does the oak leaf know when it’s time to fall,
…from seed to shoot,
…how does it know,
…it could ever grow so tall?
Wytch way round does the caterpillar know,
…how to spin,
…to the left or the right,
…to cocoon itself in.
Wytch way round does a butterfly know,
…when to first emerge,
…then wings open, drying,
…trembles on the verge
Wytch way round does the dragonfly
…know the exact time;
…to crawl from water onto earth,
…before taking to the sky.
Wytch way round does a honey bee know,
…it never needs to roam,
…yet flitting over vast expanses,
…always finds home.
Through the exquisite curiosity of a child, I see the way for us all to find our innocence again….it’s never really lost, just hidden under the burden of adulthood that continuously and unconsciously, speaks to us in our parent’s voices, “grow up, be an adult, act your age, don’t be stupid, stop day dreaming,”…..ad infinitum!
Find your joy in simplicity, be instinctual and intuitive, be child like. There is a vast difference between childish and child like I might add !!
Take a daily journey into nature and let Her open your child’s eyes again.