Beltane Solstice Moon
Night has fallen, quiet has over taken our already peaceful neighborhood. Today has just watched yesterday slip into its pajamas, ready now for the long sleep, our past as dead and gone as any mortal perished.
[Gulácsy Lajos – Daughters of the Night (1900)]
I have surfed again on the oceans of mood, now back to shore ready to resume life again. Writing. Translating. But first finishing up the work that must be done now: finish the transplant aids, bag the apples, put down some jubilate along the rows of seedlings. The natural world does not allow for waiting. It has its pace and either you adapt to it or it will ignore you.
