Beneath the thickly matted fir and pine needles of the old-growth forest, oregon grape roots shoot out mustard yellow runners. Lush purple elderberries grow over the crystal-clear spring swelling out from an underground pool. Raspberries form a thick bramble along the cool, tumbling creek waters.
On the hillsides, fields of St. John's Wort gleam yellow and green amongst the native grasses. Tall spires of mullein grow in the disturbed earth.
I walk slowly through a meadow of rich medicine.
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September does pass to quickly, and here we are in October...a time to get ready for the up-coming months of ice and snow. The slower pace will be welcome, but until the first snow, it's hurry and scurry gathering wood and winter supplies. We are not much different from our animals friends in getting ready for Winter.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy October as much as September, and remember, give me a call before the snow falls.