The sneeze weeds have gone to seed and are drying up. That is good! And a weedy grass called spangletop showed off its mauve-hued seed heads or panicles, looking almost misty when the sun shines through them. Mesquite has gone a dull olive now with a few yellow leaves appearing. The quail, which pair up in late spring to mate and raise their clutches, are back in flocks now and scurry off as we pass near their groups. If we get too close, some fly with a great whir and rustle. Ginger wants to chase them! So fall is here. There was even a white cap from the recent passing storm--that brought us only wind--on the conical peak that looms over Ruidoso and Capitan to the northeast of us. It is over 9000 feet high and was partly burned in last year's Little Bear Fire.
My apricot tree has gone a pretty golden shade and is now losing leaves in every breeze. I did get a picture
With my Druid leanings and their connection to the earth and her seasons I cherish the chance to get out and witness the slow turning of the year's wheel and the subtle signs of each change as it shifts into place. Fall and spring are my favorites. I am less fond of winter although I recognize it is a key to the whole cycle. All of nature needs to rest, regroup and prepare to be active and fertile again when spring comes! Even me--who does slow down with less sun-energy!
The passing storms of course bring some clouds--though no rain here--and result in fabulous sunsets! I tend to take a lot more pictures now that I use a digital camera. It is nice not to have to worry about wasting film. So you snap away, delete the crummy ones at the first viewing and then download the rest to go through more carefully! So here are a couple of my fave new sunsets! Do you see the dragons in the lower one? One has glowing eyes and the other flies the opposite way! We are blessed here with the most fantastic sunsets I have ever seen any place in my life, spectacular and rather frequent they are.
Late Fall Sky With Orion
Across the broad black bowl of night
The hunter strides his endless way,
His loyal pack hard upon his heels
Torch-bright until the dawn of day.
Perhaps he loves this solitude—
He hunts alone save for his hounds;
With kilt and sword he seeks his prey,
Highland man who knows no bounds.
(c) GMW, 7 Dec 2011
The swan with kami-kazi song
Its dagger drives into the west,
While eastward rising, beacon bright,
With brilliant torch does Sirius light
The hunter’s way across the night,
Along the silver stream.
Upon their thrones, the mythic pair
Reign over cold and darkness now.
And the fiery chariot of the north,
Led by Capella, flashes forth.
Displayed on velvet, a fortune’s worth
Of jewels may fill my dream.
(c) GMW, 1996