Sometime in the early morning hours, a storm blew through, and destroyed
our beautiful peach tree. All those pretty new jars I bought for what
was going to be a bumper crop of sweet, succulent, organically grown
peaches will now sit empty of their planned bounty.
This tree was a beautifully shaped tree, with the classic lines of
trees depicted in Japanese paintings...curving gracefully with a slight bent to the left, just stunning,
I had planned and planted a complete flower bed around it as the center piece the first year we moved here. After two summers
of growth the flower bed was looking so magical and very well established already. What a time to have the digital go out, not even a photo for remembrance.
I know it must seem silly, but I am really going to miss that tree. I baby all my garden plants, and the trees too. Since we have moved here, I know the folks driving by, think me mental.
I have a habit of talking to every living thing in my garden at one time or another, and I become quite attached to all my plants, shrubs, and trees.
Started the farm wheat harvest last week, so I am hugely behind on every thing, hugely. Thought I could use the last two rainy days to catch up, but the arrival of the pretty little tassels on the acres of corn planted in our county has sent my sinuses into totally freaked out mode. So with all the rain, and the mold it causes, and the pollen from the tassels I feel like someone has slammed my head into a very tight vise.
has put my head in a vise.
We had the most stunning full moon here, she came up all pink over the horizon in the evening, and as she rose she gradually deepened into a deep rosy red, almost a blood moon. Usually only see her like this in the autumn months, but she was totally brilliant this month, just brilliant. Like you could just fall into her while she was washed with color and bath in her luminousness, simply enchanting.
On the plus side on the evening of the full moon, I got the yard plot of wheat cut and bundled. Soon I will be able to offer it at auction, probably on auction cauldron or bizz-e- bee auction. It is suitable for ritual or decorative use,
and will be much more reasonable than those pathetic bundles of wheat, you can by at crafts shop for the outrageous amount of 7.99 to 9.99 for seven to eight lousy stalks. I also got mugwort, tarragon, and a few others harvested, that will be available down the road, as dried herb packets, suitable for ritual use only.
Plus I have loads of hollyhock seeds, the old fashioned heirloom varieties, in white, pink and rose, and quite a load of black hollyhock seeds too, that will be going up for late summer auctions.
On Sunday, we helped to save a beautiful barn owl my mother and father found caught in the fence. We took her to a local raptor and wild bird rescue place. She will make a full recovery to health, but will probably never fly again, the poor baby. This wonderful creature was so magical and, the experience we had during and after the rescue from the fence, was something I will always remember.
Well need to get some art sent digitally to a licensor, then I am going to take,
Some serious “from the doctor” sinus medicine and pass out for a while. Hopefully when I awake, it will have dented this monster headache.
Wishing all a bright and magical day!
