that there are no seasons. That if there are not maple leaves, there are no seasons. Season is here, it's depth and Love.
Cynthia will know this.
in this pic, the multitude of Oak Galls that i need to figure out how to harvest.
but generally, in All, there is a Great Exhale going on. Like a great Sigh. All has been Done. Accomplished. Soon, the respite of Rain. Softly, things Breathe. Waiting.
Oh Ha! there are seasons everywhere all over our beautiful blue and green planet, the really awful thing that has happened this century is the Americanization of Australia. Halloween, an autumn festival is celebrated here in Australia with all the trick or treat candy and spooky plastic trash in the supermarkets and it’s Spring! and Xmas is even more ridiculous, lots of people get together to eat roast turkey with gravy, steamed puddings & drink mulled wine when it’s 100 degrees in the shade… we live in a mad, mad, mad world!
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but outside of the ridiculous human-centric doings the seasons follow the angle of the earth to the sun, all the animals, fish, insects, micro & macro of the world respond to the turning.
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Your Oak galls look like pears or plums. Are they edible and do they grow from oak trees? As for seasons, I love what Mo says…they happen in their own way in their own way and I am turning away from NYC to get up to friends in New England for a week of Fall before Winter sets in.
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We’ve already had the first hard frost in Ct. and the leaves are coming down by the bushel basket full. I am excited this year thinking of how the leaves give back to the tree the nourishment the tree needs before the color change and the leaves take their rides on the winds. “They”are advertising the possibility of a Noreaster this weekend.
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Soft rain is coming down here in New Mexico this morning. Windows are open to hear the rain, sometimes the thunder, a bit of jagged lightning and the fresh smell of it all…the air is cooler, and the Cottonwoods have begun their glorious golden dance in the wind, their splendor is heart grabbing, especially along the roads to Jemez Sprngs, one of my most favorite places. We have lived in many places where seasons were obvious, and in places where it took some imagination (Maui comes to mind) but for me, seasonal change is a frame of mind, resides in the memory, in my marrow, in my blood cells. Autumn is my soul quickener, my centering time of the year, no matter where I have lived…
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yes….i stand with Earth and turn
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no…those are the creations of Cynipidae, Oak Wasps
who lay eggs in the tree’s meristematic tissue where
the gall then forms to incubate/feed the larval wasps.
Many uses, after abandoned by the wasp, medicinal
and as dye, gray and black, ink. Because of the
lasting quality of the gall based ink, “it became
the preferred ink used by the US Treasury”
mymotherlode.com
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it’s so much a mutual ceremony…for our souls and
for the Earth
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yes…i know your deep Love of Autumn…this year i
am finding self feeling some of that too
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..i love that you feel this grace..my first place of seasons..the changes in the feel of the air..the changes in color..and feel..the way the world smells..autumn there is always in my heart..knowing the way the fog would have crept down the hills..and how the rains come…
it is a different fall here..the winds have been fierce…the yellow leaves have blown off and away before anything else has changed..i have hardly seen an orange… trees that have changed appear rose..not red..it is rather strange..always beautiful..but we have seemed to have moved from stormy hot and humid into stormy chilly and cold …we have had snow on the peaks and it is near us in this weekend’s forecast..
but i feel like Marti..autumn is my time and i will take her in any form.. gentle day grace
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WOW!
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I thought oak galls were a phenomenon that grew on the trunks of trees, I didn’t know they hang in the branches like eggs! How interesting and how handy! The tannin in them is indeed useful.
Autumn is the most poignant season because its losses reveal the value of life.
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