Such a gloomy wet day in early winter. Almost 4 o’clock in the afternoon and already dusk. The two felines had an early dinner and are snoozing peaceful on the sofa already. How bright their eyes are lately. Happy cats!
January 4 it is. By my side, forsythia blossoms are bright yellow on their cut stems. All the pruning late December. I saved stems and hoped for this gift. Pure yellow tender flowers that no bee will visit. Some buds have three flowers! Little four petaled stars. No fragrance comes forth. Out the window, all is piles of melting snow.
What will this year bring? An ad for a card reader said $20 for 15 minutes. WOW! I’m sure there’s a skill to every profession. But, the want is overwhelmed by the need. I need pears, batteries, a new calendar and a haircut. I got all that but still, what’s in the cards?
I have a Deck of Shadows by Scott Grossberg. Shuffle, shuffle with no question asked. The card that appears is “Rivalry Five of Clubs – upright. Rivalry: Competition, Parity, Argument. Contention and challenge with someone or something you hope to defeat, polarized combatants.” Since I am not in conflict with anyone or anything at the moment, it is talking about the future? Five hours, days, weeks or years? The card shows two men fighting with each other. Big strong beefy guys.
A second card is pulled asking for clarity. “Forbidden Love Ace of Hearts – reversed. Forbidden Love: Seduction, Triangle, Detachment. Being lured or influenced by someone who or something that arouses your hopes, desires and urges, victory requires overcoming enticement.”
A baffling reading. As I am not involved with a man, men or in a situation such as this is describing, it conjures confusion. I suppose I didn’t concentrate properly. Gave it a minute, got this. The second card is reversed. There’s a greater chance I may be witness to some sort of temptation but realize I’m stepping on slippery ground. We’ll see.
Year of the Yard
This ramble is about setting some plans in motion for the year. Garden, this will be the year of the garden. I give it attention, but let things slide. If my back is in agreement, I’ll start the infamous to do out there plan. My new calendar has lots of planning space. So, let’s go.
The forsythia pruning project got set aside due to weather. If it’s clear tomorrow afternoon, I’ll get out there and continue pushing that wild space into loveliness. Forsythia can be lovely. Graceful long stems that swayin the wind. The first shrub to bloom in spring. Months away outdoors, but right here indoors today.
Today, I made a little owl beeswax candle. It’s so lovely to have these charmers around the house. This one has someone’s name on it. The person is kind inside and out. She gives and is happy with just that. This token of thanks will hopefully be accepted. I am grateful for attention freely given.
Blessings on such a winter’s day.
And so, the last day of the year has arrived. It’s just after sunset on a cold day here in West Brookfield. The wicked sleety, ice storm left a pile of frozen slush ankle deep. The early evening show of thunder and lightening yesterday was bizarre. Still, the lights stayed on, the howl and spatter only rattled the windows.
Today, is new moon. Today, it rained without mercy from sun up to sun down. Our first Sunday of fall trapped inside. The sky showers the ground, watering in the fauna as it retreats into the earth for the long sleep. How it must be refreshing to drink before hibernation. Humans shower to cleanse and renew the spirits. A fall of water on our skin and Earth’s skin can be its own kind of bliss.
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