Posts Tagged ‘harvest’


Blue Ridge Scenic Railway in October

Blueridge, Georgia is a quaint little town located close to the Tennessee and North Carolina state lines. This was the first stop after a 13 hour drive from Miami, Florida. Our longing was to see, feel and smell the fall. We got our wish. This picture was taken downtown Blueridge at the train station, where you find the famous Blueridge Scenic Railway train. Downtown was full of friendly folk, antique and art shops–decorated fashionably fall. The spirit of the Harvest enveloped the small town, creating an tender energy rarely found in today’s cities–pure un-adulterated vibes radiating from the heart of the town.

“In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October, when the trees are bare to the mild heavens, and the red leaves bestrew the road, and you can feel the breath of winter, morning and evening — no days so calm, so tenderly solemn, and with such a reverent meekness in the air.” -Alexander Smith

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Although winter arrives, the blooms in my tiny garden fight to sustain. Some have gone into slumber; some remain. Make certain, however, that their existence was not in vain. I’ll see them again after April Showers and May Rains. ~Voiceless

The orange peels were thrown into my tiny garden by my Mama who is certain that such a trick keeps kitties and other little beings away.  😀


Happy Hallow’s Eve!

Bewitching twilight arrives. At our home, movies and sweets. No trick or treaters around. Here in Miami, Florida, the trend is for all to go to the mall. It is supposed to be safer, but I miss sitting home waiting for delightful and frightful trick or treaters. Happy Halloween all!

 


The final “chosen” Hunter’s Moon shot, taken on 10/29/2012, 8:00 p.m. About the quality, once again, some would argue that the picture needs to be sharper, cleaner–tools of the trade need to be upgraded; however, funds are tight. Others argue –myself ;)–that as canvas art, it is a “curious” piece to ponder. But, I do wish I had the upgraded equipment :D. Regardless, there is “something” here, a silvery liquidity sandwiched by denser substances.


The Harvest Feast time is nearing–9:00 p.m. This is the time to turn off all electronics and return to the days when the ruling worldview was organic. Enchanting and magical such a night may be, but as all within this realm, frightening and intimidating. Tonight, the hymen between worlds is very weak, opening fully by Hallow’s Eve or Samhain. Much to be done at my home as the feast begins soon. This is a picture of one of the offering alters. More…so much more to do. So, I bid you all a good and safe night. Offerings and prayers for my northeastern bloggers, family, friends and all will abound; scientifically, many positive vibes will be sent your way to protect you. ~Voiceless


Almost Hunter’s Moon by Voiceless.



Harvest Feast Brewings by Voiceless.


Deck needs sanding and painting, mums and other blooms ready for planting. Wood for burning and food for the Harvest await…late night during the Hunter’s Moon, we will rejoice with gratitude and delight for this abundant and bountiful feasting. ~ Voiceless


During the fall of my teen years in New Jersey, often times, I woke up before sunrise, running towards Warinanco Park to witness the mist floating just above the still lake. Serenity at 6 a.m. as I laid on the carpet of moist grass, bathing in dew. As the sun’s rays pierced through, each drop fizzed and sizzled, each rising into oblivion. Magical moments lost in time and in the memory of my mind, captured only during moments of nostalgia. Those days were long ago. Now, living in the tropics, Nature presents me with different sorts of marvel–no less and no more spectacular. We have a yearly Harvest Ritual. Within our man-made yantra fire pit, next to that big old Umbrella tree, we harvest twigs, branches, leaves and anything for our fall bonfire. It is time to reap what has been sown. Blessed Harvest and Blessed Be to Thee!