I am alert to what arrives in my field leading up to new moon. Recently a friend’s computer dredged up an old poem I had sent her, in the way computers have of retrieving old emails as a reminder, and she forwarded it to me.Thank you for reading leaning toward the light. This post is public so feel free to share it.
Thank you Carole. In the midst of February you remind me of last year's wild Alberta roses and the fruit we picked from the forest (high bush cranberries and choke cherries), fields (rose hips for jam), swamp (blue berries) and garden (raspberries and gooseberries). How we patiently wait for the summer approaching.
You remind me dear one that when I answered seed’s invitation to spend the summer in the stone circle meadow I was greated by wild rose hedges down center road. Their scent beckon me deeper
oh, i love the wild ones… 🌹🌹🌹
lovely invocation - scent and essence
Thanks, not better than your response!
Botany, horticulture, history, and healing — what a wide and wonderful (wonder-filled) piece (peace) of writing. Thank you.
Thank you Carole. In the midst of February you remind me of last year's wild Alberta roses and the fruit we picked from the forest (high bush cranberries and choke cherries), fields (rose hips for jam), swamp (blue berries) and garden (raspberries and gooseberries). How we patiently wait for the summer approaching.
You remind me dear one that when I answered seed’s invitation to spend the summer in the stone circle meadow I was greated by wild rose hedges down center road. Their scent beckon me deeper
i can almost smell peace and joy as rose flowers in your poetry, spreading her intelligence to us through your deft communication. lovely!
Si beautiful!