Thank you Winnie for your support, it means a lot to me, having you here. And everyone else, Welcome! I would like to have an adventure, lets walk down a trail and see what magic we can find, want to? There may be portals between the hedgerows and the corn fields so keep a good eye open. Whichever path we take let's keep nature close by our side and our hearts tuned to the divine, shall we? I have a feeling it's going to be grand. I'll meet you here by the blue door.
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Lemuria Awakens
by Trendle Ellwood
I couldn’t believe that I was hearing what I was hearing but there it was. I listened intently and between the passing of cars and the sighs of the winds, there it was, loud and clear last evening as I went out into the darkness of the porch to gather more wood for the fire, the Spring Peepers, peeping! It seems impossible because it has been cold and dreary without much sun. How dare the peepers declare that it is spring! Their biological clock runs in rhythm with something other then the temperature of the air. And so does the clock of the daffodils because they are coming up through snow and bursting with yellow-green.
Snowdrops
My Little Buddy in His Cave
Winter is so pretty sometimes. I am not sure that I have had enough. But when it snows now it cannot be taken seriously and is as harmless as whipped cream on pumpkin pie.
I couldn’t believe that I was hearing what I was hearing but there it was. I listened intently and between the passing of cars and the sighs of the winds, there it was, loud and clear last evening as I went out into the darkness of the porch to gather more wood for the fire, the Spring Peepers, peeping! It seems impossible because it has been cold and dreary without much sun. How dare the peepers declare that it is spring! Their biological clock runs in rhythm with something other then the temperature of the air. And so does the clock of the daffodils because they are coming up through snow and bursting with yellow-green.
Snowdrops
My Little Buddy in His Cave
Winter is so pretty sometimes. I am not sure that I have had enough. But when it snows now it cannot be taken seriously and is as harmless as whipped cream on pumpkin pie.
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