Solstice leftovers in the form of beloved toys belonging to grandchildren, in this case my youngest granddaughter.
The little door kept little ones safe from the chaos of an untidy barn filled with tools and things!It’s always sad when visitors go home!However, Patsy and I enjoy our time together simply walking in the woodland around the cottage. There is a different kind of light now illuminating the trees as we come to the other side of solstice. In many ways there is a feel of approaching Lughnasadh.https://videos.files.wordpress.com/LtMcFMQa/img_3512.mp4The lower woodland where the bog used to be! I have planted many Irish oak trees in this area and they all seem to love it!As I planted young oak saplings, I clear and cut back hard the Dogwood!
You never quite know what you do in life that leaves a seed behind that grows into an oak tree. When the oak is felled the whole forest echoes with it fall, but a hundred acorns are sown in silence by an unnoticed breeze. Today’s mighty oak is just yesterday’s nut, that held its ground.
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