Mead moon sounds deliciously unproductive for a hot summer day. I love mugwort and mugwort moon! This morning I picked the wild thimble berries while greeting the garden and sipping coffee. Very peaceful and soft. Your photos of the beach are marvellous. Thank you for lovely stories and poems.
The Lost Days reminds me of the topic of a 9 day-week calendar that I have been reading about, where the math works and is in alignment with the Universes 3-6-9 system for- well most everything.
I’m curious about the abandoned caravans- so people were living there full-time? Was it legal to do so? Nowadays parking anywhere is problematic.
Will try this much healthier version of flapjacks, when it’s cool enough to turn the oven on.
I would happy to call this the Raspberry Moon ( my favourite berry) but alas, the raspberries are not ripe yet. The elderflowers are out though; I can see them from where I sit and that reminds me- the other morning two intrepid deer were on the grass behind the house, checking out the sheep in their paddocks and leisurely walking at the edge of the pond before they headed back into the woods. I’ve never seen them so close before. It was magical. So maybe Buck Moon or Elderflower Moon for me 🌕.
Mead moon sounds deliciously unproductive for a hot summer day. I love mugwort and mugwort moon! This morning I picked the wild thimble berries while greeting the garden and sipping coffee. Very peaceful and soft. Your photos of the beach are marvellous. Thank you for lovely stories and poems.
The Lost Days reminds me of the topic of a 9 day-week calendar that I have been reading about, where the math works and is in alignment with the Universes 3-6-9 system for- well most everything.
I’m curious about the abandoned caravans- so people were living there full-time? Was it legal to do so? Nowadays parking anywhere is problematic.
Will try this much healthier version of flapjacks, when it’s cool enough to turn the oven on.
I would happy to call this the Raspberry Moon ( my favourite berry) but alas, the raspberries are not ripe yet. The elderflowers are out though; I can see them from where I sit and that reminds me- the other morning two intrepid deer were on the grass behind the house, checking out the sheep in their paddocks and leisurely walking at the edge of the pond before they headed back into the woods. I’ve never seen them so close before. It was magical. So maybe Buck Moon or Elderflower Moon for me 🌕.