The extreme weather has reminded us all, once more, that we live in uncertain times, times of change.
Change is all around us and those who have read comments on the previous blog, will know that my darling Missy has passed.
Despite whatever happens in our lives, we are best equipped to deal with all that life offers us, highs and lows!
In the wake of my grief, I headed up to Belfast with my daughter, who had made the journey down to Bealtaine, to help me put Missy to rest and then whisk me off!
It was just what I needed…a change of scenery…there will be time enough to mourn Missy, in little moments of quiet and reflection, later…
I will write more about Belfast…but, tonight, I am home and have lit the stove, walked Jack and fed Sammy-Bear, Che-Mousey and am ready for bed!
The wind and rain are battering the cottage, but the kettle boils on the stove…it’s good to be home!
These are due to be posted out at the end of the first week of November!
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The hedge being the perfect spot to hang a woolly blanket that would stretch asunder on a clothes line, or shrivel to dolly size in a drier…not that I have a drier or want to have a drier!
I agree with Dr Helen Caldicott, in drying clothes in the air and saving the planet from an excessive use of electricity! We need to lessen our daily impact on Mother earth in whatever way we can.
And it’s not just any woolly blanket…it has a pumpkin colour to it…yes, you’ve guessed right, for it belongs to the Pumpkin Mouser, AKA Missy!
Sad to add that she is a sick little peach and is not yet in recovery…we soldier on!
The trees are beginning to look more mature, since they’ve had a haircut…more a crowning really, as I’ve cut off the lowest branches and thinned out the crowns a little!
I love my trees!
I have a totally, crazy love for my trees…they are like children, for I talk to them and often times hear their response, in the most sublime ways.
It’s hard to explain, but, I imagine, that as you have chosen to follow this blog, then you understand perfectly!
Well, for most of the past fortnight, Missy has been quite unwell.
For some of the time it can be depressing, but then I am mindful of Che-Mousey and Sammy-Bear, as well as Jack, so have to force myself to be a pragmatist…something we women are really quite good at!
Juggling what has to be done, with spending time with Missy, really lightens the burden of a failing animal.
This is something that faces us all, whether it be a feline loved one, a canine loved one or a human loved one…the emotional response is a mighty one!
Juggling keeps our focus wide and not tunnelled.
The work in the gardens still has to be done…no real burden there as it is a delight to be outdoors!
And then there’s balancing and that means finding time to ensure love is spread out…not forgetting to include oneself.
We must always be kind to ourselves, as this helps us be kind to others!
Living each day, with joy, is the best way we have to channel kindness…well, have you ever seen a happy person be unkind?
In Celtic Ireland, Samhain marked the division of the year between the light (summer) and the dark (winter).
This time of tuning into the seasonal shift and preparing for the darkness of the winter months ahead, is important.
Even today, as I stacked these logs in the shelter of the veranda, I couldn’t help but think about Samhain and its meaning as a custom and special tradition.
The Hill of Tara was associated with Samhain in Celtic Ireland, even though it pre-dates the arrival of the Celts themselves!
The passage to the Mound of the Hostages on the Hill of Tara, constructed some 4,500 to 5,000 years ago, forms the entrance and is aligned with the rising sun around Samhain.
This was constructed even before the Celts arrived in Ireland!
And so, as the leaves fall and cover the earth, we reach Summers End and the beginning of the descent towards Midwinter.
Walking through the gardens at Bealtaine, takes me on a journey similar to the festival of Samhain, for it is all about ending and beginning…as the land pulls its duvet of leaves across its mantle of green, preparing for the beginning of Winter.
As Samhain marks the division point in the year between summer and winter, it is understood that any point, in the land where there is division or boundary, can be unsafe at Samhain…for it is there that the veil is at its thinnest!
Here at Bealtaine Cottage, the warmth of the sun continues to enchant!
Lots to do indoors and sorting through boxes of “things,” I was happy to find these lovely Yuletide cards.
Doesn’t she look gorgeous in the snow?
As I am receiving orders for the Bealtaine Cottage Christmas Book, I thought that I would add these lovely cards, as a way for me to send the book to someone you love, with a card inscribed with your message.
Missy continues to make a steady recovery, though has refined her taste-buds to a rather expensive prescription cat food, available only from Suzy the Vet, in Boyle.
When I refer to Missy as a “high maintenance gal!” …I’m not kidding!
Please ignore the clothes drying all over the stove today…it is rather wet outdoors!
Makes it really “Shabby Chic” style!
Jack loves travelling in the car and tries to snap every other vehicle he sees on the road!
Which is why he can only ever be walked on a lead!
Dodging in and out, to collect up the logs, my friend Marian delivered to me yesterday, I still managed to get wet!
I’m stacking them under the shelter of the veranda by the lodge.
As you can see, the potager beds continue in their abundance, producing herbs, vegetables and flowers.
Tree coppicing continues along the north bank, in front of the cottage, opening up the view just a little, as well as supplying the stove with kindling and small logs.
The fact is, no matter what the weather is like, it is simply wonderful to be outdoors in the gardens, working here and there!
Spiders are scurrying to and fro, spinning webs and catching food.
Berries hang in abundance on shrubs and trees.
Samhain waits in the wings.
The season makes progress towards “Summers’ End.”
However, Jack must be walked…Walking in the rain is therapeutic and quite humbling, reminding me of the blessings of warmth and comfort in the cottage and the fortune of friendship.
Last night the moon was full and powerfully bright, illuminating the landscape and the sheep, on the hill behind the cottage.
I am driven by passions and am of the Earth…at times a great strength and others my downfall, though little I care!
Scorpio women rarely cast a glance over their shoulder…
I am blessed in that I love the Earth and her seasons, an endless wardrobe of colours and textures and scents!