i used to name my own moons. I'm going back to it. Watching as more and more bees came. And a question was SO answered…about WHY the Apricot Trees bloom every year, when it is still so ify for them, when most times either a late frost or the fierce Winds take their blossoms????? Why???
The bees. The bees are Awake. the Bees are Hungry and NEEDING. Old Apricot Woman here is there for them, blossoming, feeding, giving. Nothing else blooms yet. Sometimes things go both ways and she is able to also give fruit which to her would mean seed. And i VOW, that if this year is one of those years and a pit takes root, i will care for it as if it were my own child. Gather it in and care for it to become a Tree of its own.
this. This morning before first Light. Maybe an altar cloth.
and
HERE. This is the work of the hand of Particia, Following Thread at wordpress. I of course forgot to get the correct link words. But, Here. Here.
Here!
I LOVE this basket!!! I have carried it around, setting it here and there and it's wonder FULL, here and there, but where i love it best is in my lap, held between my two hands….
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