Saturday, 20 December 2008

dark side of the moon




The main colour here in the country is brown. Even tho the ground here is light and sandy the cold relentless rain has managed to transform it into a scene reminiscent of the trenches. The leaves have mostly abandoned the trees and fallen into the thick glutinous mess of decay, glimmering paley in the deep sodden ruts, before they succumb to brownness.
Or is it me?
The full moon was huge last week, menacing close to earth every14 years. It shone into the strange dark shadows of the fields piled high with small mountains of muddy sugar beets, waiting for the lorry to escort it to the sugar factory.
We are, as ever, protected by the holly and ivy, still green. That's why it is used in Xmas wreaths to hang on our doors it seems. Ancient peoples used to believe it must have magic powers to stay green and shiny when everything else had dried up and fallen to the ground.
Perhaps if I got round to making some tomorrow it would encourage Xmas cheer. Have to be red bows tho, as the birds seem to have made short work of the berries.

I shall go and light the fire, that still works its magic for ancient and modern peoples.
In Nevada the kids light a fire in a big oil drum to warm the garden BBQ and cut designs in the sides. I ate so much meat and drank too many milkshakes it seems, as my cholesterol count has shot up from 5+ to 7+.

1 comment:

Sue said...

Things can only get better. We're over the hump and the days are getting longer. Soon the aconites will be brightening the brown and the snowdrops not far behind.