Fall Waxing Blood Moon
Rainy and cold, October has come. Though most don’t realize it, the rain of early fall is as important to spring as April’s showers. The plants drink deep, ready themselves for the dry, desert like conditions of winter. Without adequate moisture in the fall a plant can die of thirst even while the earth is white, covered with frozen water.
These days come as elixirs to my soul. The outer becomes the inner. Spelunking the caverns within has a seasonal aspect for me, one I wrote about a week or two back.
Gotta go meet with our financial adviser. Later on.
