Sunday, October 12, 2014

After the rains...

It happens every time after the rains---early the following morning.  It is called fog.  


You wake up, look outside, and you are immediately enveloped in it… dense, muffled sheets of white stretching throughout the drowsy landscape as far as your eyes can see...
   

Fog... like some miraculous incense rousing from the fresh wetness of supple floors; widening over the slanting roughness of the land and up the hill that parapets our little white cottage—like a fortress, and up the tips of oaks and maples that on mornings like this, are but relentless ghosts and priestesses and guardsman of the earth…  


Inexplicable wonderful dancing ghosts all over my horizon—fog.  That’s how I see it. And I have been enchanted by this phenomenon, which is compounded of a combination of heat, humidity and rain ever since we first experienced the ordinariness and strangeness of this land. Never had I seen fog in summertime while living up north… how wonderful and beautiful his earth is… and my foggy mornings part of it all—wet, and supple... cocooning my soul and my moments with magic and enchantment.


This is the road off our property early on foggy mornings…


This is the same road a few hours later when the sun had come out and melted away all traces of darkness…


How lovely everything looks under the sweet light of Autumn... I love that our little white cottage is positioned in the hollow of a hill, surrounded by lovely trees in its entirety—living ancient souls, the trees.  Always praising their Creator, always silent witnesses of man’s deeds... 


Trees talking among each others; bending down to pick up a leave that’s fallen off their shaggy green heads, or moving around when no one is watching… and always lifting up woody arms to the pallid wide openness above their canopies in sacred communion…


Two nights ago we noticed that our bedroom was strangely aglow.  Even thought it was raining outside, you could still see moonlight filtering through the windows in bright whispers of silver spilling into the shadows of our room.  We could see that outside the night was unusually bright.  I immediately knew what it was… the October’s Full Hunter’s moon.  


How you ever noticed how the October’s moon always seems brighter?  In reality she is no brighter than the other moons in a calendar year but she seems so because of the path she appears to trace through the stars.

I like to call this particular moon, the “Winter Coming Moon”, because when I used to live up North she was the moon which always reminded me that summer was dissolving away and winter was just around the corner.  We were on the onset of those long dark nights and deep cold.  So the Winter Coming Moon it was.


We went outside late the other night again, wanting to see the moon again, and we did, but it wasn’t a full moon, or the most perfect moon.  Darkness and deep silence enveloping us.  What I truly missed, however, was the songs of the cicadas serenading peaceful summer nights and the lanterns of fireflies illuminating them… a soft voice faintly whispering good-bye, until next summer.  




18 comments:

  1. oh how beuatiful. I love the mist, the fog, I only get to see it once in a great while here and if I am out early enough. I remember when I visited Mt. Shasta, CA and we were up and out early and the wisps of mist and fog laying in mid air like ghosts lying prone stretching out horizontally, and I was amazed and staring out at this alien landscape and the others in the car didn't notice a thing. I asked them ''what is that?!" and they said ''what?" lol....."you mean the fog?"......it was sobering that something so ethereal and mistical was overlooked as mundane in their world. I couldn't speak, I stared and watched, as much as anyone can watch, the mists and ethereal spirits change shape and slowly vanish in front of your eyes though you could not see when they did. I will never forget. Enjoy your mistical ghosts dear lady.

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    1. Lady... you have eyes that see...

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  2. I forgot to mention that I Have noticed the brightness of the full moon this month. It shone in my bathroom very very bright and was captivating, more than usual, I hadn't realized it did seem brighter but now that you explain, I know it wasn't just me. At night it lit up the gardens and the flagstones shimmered and I could see everything in silvery blue light. god its beautiful!

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    1. How beautiful your words are... they imbue magical dreams... Thank you.

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  3. I really do not like foggy on the roads...too scary for driving. I have seen it so bad , that you are actually looking for the lines on the road. It does quiet things, doesn't it. I love the sun, moon ,and stars. I enjoy watching anything to do with the sky. Blessings, xoxo,Susie

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    1. Oh I can rely to that too... nevertheless... beauty. Thanks Susie!

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  4. I love it that you there and I here both went out to see that same, magical moon! And that the moon transcends time and place. Even King David was under a full moon... There on a far away hill....

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    1. Oh Gayla can you imagine... the exact same moon of so many ages ago. King David and you and I.... and God above all of us throughout the ages... always the same. Like the moon, real, and unchanging.

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  5. Ah the fog, like a misty curtain between worlds. To take a stroll in the fog is liking walking in a dream and you feel that when it parts you will be in another world. It can blur the edges of reality and make everything soft and mysterious and you can see what your imagination wants to see. Another lovely gift of nature.
    I missed that beautiful moon and love your pictures. There is nothing like an autumn moon to light up the night and bring sweet dreams.
    Sherry

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    1. Oh Sherry you take me to the moon and back with your words, you make me want to dream, and fly away and draw back the invisible curtains of Nature and step into another world... thank you for making this possible for me through words, imagination, and heart.

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  6. As always, I love your photos and prose...

    Fog is most magical...

    And also, I love the way you often change your Header pictures. :-) I love to do this, too.

    It's like a bit of a surprise, I give, to Dear Readers. :-)

    Gentle hugs,
    Tessa~
    "Here there be musing" blog

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    1. Oh yes I love to do that too... my mood is changing all the time... with the days, with the seasons... and thus so my blog header... it's the push of creativity, really ;)

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  7. A question. We have red clay dirt. How do you get zinnias to grow in that ? I have tried them for past 3 years. No luck. Do you have different kind of dirt in your part of Appalachia? Thanks. Always love your blog. Shelia

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    1. Hi Shelia. We have clay soil as well. The secret to success… amending your garden soil. What to amend garden soil with? Compost, compost, compost, compost… as much as you can. Early spring is the best time to amend your garden. It makes all the difference.

      Good luck

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  8. Forgot to add, that the beautiful moon is called a "blood moon", results of the sun eclipsing the moon. It is very rare. We had one in April and a few other in 20th century, but before that there was none for 300 years. There will be 2 next year, one in April and then Sept. The wonder and beauty of God's creation, just to give us a glimpse of His beauty, power and awesomeness! Shelia

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    1. Wow... how very interesting. 300 years is too many years without a gorgeous moon like that one... ;)

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  9. This post reminds me of a song that was sung by Pedro Infante in the 1950's..."De las lunas, La de octubre es más hermosa, Porque en ella se refleja la quietud. De dos almas, Que han querido ser dichosas, Al arrullo de su plena juventud."
    I always read your blog right before I go to bed so that I may dream of a cozy cottage of my own and a beautiful garden of my own.

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    1. Ahhh que hermopso! La luna y el amor siempre van juntos. And please do keep your dreams alive... they do come true!

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