I was happy we had some time today for a short hike. The weather was so nice, almost like a spring day, but I know winter is coming soon. This landscape changes so frequently, and I love all of it.
A few glimpses..
No canoe today... it was nice to be exploring on foot for a change.
I love this green moss.. it covers a good bit of my yard too. It reminds me of Ireland, or a least what I imagine the trees would look in Ireland. Perhaps one day we can plan a trip there.
One of my favorite trees! This grand old oak looks like it could be a hundred years old.
Always finding magical toadstools in this part of the forest. This one was near a lovely pine grove I frequent often. Today the smell of the needles is sharp and clean. This grouping of trees welcomes us like old friends...
Another view of our Grand Father Oak. A nice comforting place to rest awhile.
Heading toward home, red berries and twigs.. reminds me of the holidays ahead.
Thanks for joining me on this bit of a hike. See you next time!
A beautiful, crisp autumn day today! First chance I've had all weekend to play... I love this time of year, even though I'll miss the warmer weather and my fresh herbs. Today's plan is to finish on some labeling, pack up a small order and make a batch of my lavender eucalyptus soaps. I'll have the house to myself for a couple of hours today. Now I'm off to put more seed in the feeders. Keep thinking I hear rustling in the woods because of all the leaves... sounds like little footsteps... it's not mid summer, but I've always loved this Rackham illustration of Puck and a Fairy. I'm leaving little gifts for my faerie friends around the woodland to entice them to stay.
~ Alms in Autumn ~
by Rose Fyleman (1877-1957)
Spindle-wood, spindle-wood, will you lend me, pray, A little flaming lantern to light me on my way? The fairy folk have vanished from the meadow and the glen, And I would fain go seeking till I find them once again; Lend me now a lantern that I may bear a light To show the hidden pathway in the darkness of the night.
Ash tree, ash tree, throw me, if you please, Throw me down a slender bunch of russet-gold keys; I fear the gates of fairyland may all be shut fast; Give me of your magic keys that I may get past; I’ll tie them to my girdle, that as I go along My heart may find a comfort in their tiny tinkling song.
Holy bush, holly bush, help me in my task, A pocket full of berries is all the alms I ask; A pocket full of berries to thread in glowing strands (I would not go a-visiting with nothing in my hands); So fine will be the rosy chains, so gay, so glossy bright, They’ll set the realms of fairyland a-dancing with delight.
I do love this sweet fairy poem!
And here is a glimpse of my Woodland Faerie Cakes, just poured and cooling. Topped with little pink rosebuds, anise and a sprinkle of faerie dust! I'll pop these out of the molds, package them and maybe even get them in the shop today :) These are soy wax tarts that smell sooo wonderful! Surely they'll entice my faerie friends to stay the winter.