“Even an ordinary broken chord is made to disclose rare beauties; we are reminded of the fairies’ hazelnuts in which diamonds were concealed but you could break the shell only if your hands were blessed.”
~ Neville Cardus (Of Rachmaninoff’s playing; Manchester Guardian (1939) )
Flashback Wednesday, September 19, 2012 – This is my pick photo for today and stars this beautiful sunflower. I really love the autumnal colors in this one.
Flashback Thursday, September 19, 2013 – This is my pick photo for today and it stars a dragonfly eating a moth.
Friday, September 19, 2014 – The hazel nuts are ripe and most have fallen from the tree. The apples are also ripe and some of those have fallen, too.
Song Of Wandering Aengus
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
~ W. B. Yeats
“Who tends the golden
bough and the fruit for Wild Ones?
Folk live in a mound.”
~ Raven Ariana Simons
Our hearts give thanks for the Grace in the Universe!
Bright Bee Blessings and Namaste ~ Raven