Sunday, June 21, 2009

Longest Day of the year, so I'm posting

The longest day of the year cannot be allowed to pass without a post, it has been a cold and rainy day, feels much more like September 21st than June21st.

But I did want to share this quote so now seems as good a time as any.

"Nature is never in a hurry, but everything gets done."

Sunday, June 7, 2009

"Do spacemen pass dead souls on their way to the moon?ei

The moon, waxing gibbous" was glorious last night, it made the prisms in the window twinkle and cast soft purple shadows across the floor. The June moon, has had many names , my favorite is the planting moon, it has also been called the honey moon, because of it's color, the color of buckwheat honey, my favorite honey.

Colonial American - Rose Moon
Chinese - Lotus Moon
Cherokee - Green Corn Moon
Choctaw - Windy Moon
Dakota Sioux - Moon When June Berries Are Ripe
Celtic - Moon of Horses
English Medieval - Dyan Moon
Neo Pagan - Planting Moon

It has been argued that the early Celts believed that the moon was the home of the dead.
And the line from a Simon and Garfunkel song keeps crossing my mind, "do spacemen pass dead souls on their way to the moon?"?

Friday, June 5, 2009

the parlor

I fancy this picture was taken in the parlor , this ancient woman with her Bible, seated contentedly among her treasures. The beautiful things she so carefully tended, for one only went into the parlor on special occasions, or to dust it.
We had a parlor in the house I "grew up" in, and woe be to anyone who got caught lounging around on the very comfy sofa, and it was the most serious crime to be caught with any sort of food in the parlor, even on Christmas, even if you were a guest.
My home has a parlor, you can snooze on the very comfy sofa, read listen to music, look at the accumulated treasures, but no food or drink, even if you are a guest and even if it is Christmas,

slightly wordy Slent Sunday on a road

Not every picture is worth a thousand words, but the memory it represents is.