where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry
January 6, 2015 § 17 Comments
wassail the oldest apple tree
beseech a fine harvest in spring
Tagged: apple tree, druidry, Epiphany, harvest, lore, outdoors, rites, traditions, Twelfth Night, wassailing
Can’t wait to see that tree again in the Spring. Love your words!
Love it when I can feel a temperature with a photograph. I feel the need for some hot coco 🙂
with whipped cream please! 😉
You can almost feel the latent potential in the tree, can’t you?
Yes. A good reminder for me – that rest is needed to gather up strength and energy for the bloom and fruit of life.
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Love the word ‘wassail’. Goes well with ‘beseech’!
What a wonderful web of branches. The tree is beautiful in winter.
A wealth of apples soon on the way.
Love the color palette in this photo.
Reminds me of an old woman’s scraggly hair………
Such subtle colors …
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