What an inspiring post. It is sometimes hard in the cold winter to remember that spring is around the corner. I am going to make a cup of tea and sit in the warmth of the sun coming from my window and dream of the things I will plant this spring. I can not tell you how much I love your newsletter. It always brightens my day and warms my heart with hope. Thank you for your newsletters and the chance to get to know you.🙂❤️
Perhaps if people thought more on how nature sustains us, root children, earth mother, elves, fairies, nymphs, brownies... there might be more respect for our home planet and for our brothers and sisters who share it with us. Blessed Imbolc!
Happy Birthday, Barbara Martin! And Kate, I never knew about root children! I will think differently about those weeds that have already sprouted in my garden. Are they root children, too?
Well that's a reason to celebrate! I'll be lighting a candle for you, too, dearest Barbara! You have been so supportive of my writing and it is such an honor and inspiration to have you here. xoxo
What an inspiring post. It is sometimes hard in the cold winter to remember that spring is around the corner. I am going to make a cup of tea and sit in the warmth of the sun coming from my window and dream of the things I will plant this spring. I can not tell you how much I love your newsletter. It always brightens my day and warms my heart with hope. Thank you for your newsletters and the chance to get to know you.🙂❤️
What a sweet post. Came across this:
Eight o’clock, no later
You light the lamps,
The big one by the large window,
The small one on your desk.
They are not to see by—
It’s still twilight out over the sand,
The scrub oaks and cranberries.
Even the small birds have not settled
For sleep yet, out of the reach
Of prowling foxes. No,
You light the lamps because
You are alone in your small house
And the wicks sputtering gold
Are like two visitors with good stories
They will tell slowly, in soft voices,
While the air outside turns quietly
A grainy and luminous blue.
You wish it would never change —
But of course the darkness keeps
Its appointment. Each evening,
An inscrutable presence, it has the final word
Outside every door.
— Mary Oliver
Perhaps if people thought more on how nature sustains us, root children, earth mother, elves, fairies, nymphs, brownies... there might be more respect for our home planet and for our brothers and sisters who share it with us. Blessed Imbolc!
Thank you for the inspiration Kate.
Charming, Kate!
Happy Birthday, Barbara Martin! And Kate, I never knew about root children! I will think differently about those weeds that have already sprouted in my garden. Are they root children, too?
Indeed they are, Anne! You might cover them with a deep mulch so they can enrich your soil.
Good idea!!
Such a lovely story. Thx for sharing.
Always!
Thank you, Kate, for telling us about the root children.
It is lovely.
February first is also my 100th birthday.
xo
Well that's a reason to celebrate! I'll be lighting a candle for you, too, dearest Barbara! You have been so supportive of my writing and it is such an honor and inspiration to have you here. xoxo