This is the way I access the Glen….. This sign is not just weathered, it’s weather – the traces are active – I feel the clouds moving, the growth charged and torn and the faintest hint of an old language merging with the surface – it’s the way in with a ray of light
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ancient plant
More than 30 thousand years ago a squirrel stashed her winter nuts in a burrow. For some reason the cache of more than 600 thousand fruits and seeds became inaccessible – buried perhaps, or flooded. The whole burrow, at the tundra’s edge, froze immediately and remained in the permafrost for millennia. This ancient larder wasContinue reading “ancient plant”
Utmarken winterwait
Back to open sky as leaves shifts and melts to ground. Collecting seeds Towards you Towards spring Towards light Towards utmarken I trace I make traces
gorse
I love the way this image bursts open on the page – its so starry and clearly a “five” from – a pentagon/pentangle – I wonder if this is accidental or if it invites us into the growth pattern of gorse… must find out…. https://www.gardenista.com/posts/gardening-101-gorse/ I have been surprised by the popping of gorse andContinue reading “gorse”
Thistle
Thistle, the thistle this time of year has died back and these rosettes are the promise for the spring, reminding me of Oein DeBhairduin’s story of Why the Dandelions Grow… I can see the star formation clearly in the thistle and its nice to think about earth bound things rooted and reaching for / mirroringContinue reading “Thistle”
Grasses
I am dipping into Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer and, curious to see how it looks, I did a search for “sweetgrass” the first link to show was https://www.gouldings.ie/our-products/fertiliser/sweetgrass-fertiliser/ probably the bots in action. The Latin name for Kimmerer’s American Sweetgrass is Hierochloe odorata, meaning Sacred fragrant grass https://blackstemplants.co.uk/hierochloe-odorata.html this one is rare inContinue reading “Grasses”
Bracken
We talked about Bracken – this is how it looks in the Glen at the moment The fox slipped by behind me I saw the ripple in the bracken as it moved into the valley
audience with ivy
It’s Winter in the Glen and the golden Elm leaves are sill attached to stalks shooting up around their old dead parents, the ash is dangling its keys and Ivy showing us its burly winter vigour – woo woo ivy