The windows have been thrown wide open and the birds are singing. It is a glorious day.
I took a walk around 'the hill' the other day and snapped a few pics. It never ceases to amaze me that a few little inches can become an entire landscape. That a patch of moss no bigger than your hand could double as hilly pastures.
There's overgrown jungles in old rotting stumps. I wonder if one of the wee folk will chop this mess down and cultivate the spot as their homestead. Or maybe there's a gnomish sort hibernating beneath that moss, so still for so long that his whiskers are growing up through the green tuft!
These wee mushrooms took me quite by surprise. Taking pictures of a particularly interesting tree, I took a pause to adjust my camera and noticed a funny texture on its bark. There were 1000's of these itty bittiest mushrooms growing on it! I like to think that they were planted and will be made into goblin ale.
I was standing by the edge of the stream at the bottom of our hill and a flash of colour caught my eye on the opposite bank. Just look a the colour of those roots! It was actually quite jarring. Spooky, even! And I am not too easily spooked.
"Oh, that's just a red cedar"
But my mind turns to all those stories with trees with ill intentions (Evil Dead, Sleepy Hollow,The Guardian) and I can't help but wonder if I've stumbled on a murder tree.
No matter, I'll be giving this particular timber a wide berth.
*shudder!*
The wee folk are chuckling at you. "The big beasts are so cowardly!", they say. "They should see things from down here. First they see a spider and they would surely pee their pants."
ReplyDeleteThe wee folk are chuckling at you. "The big beasts are so cowardly!", they say. "They should see things from down here. First they see a spider and they would surely pee their pants."
ReplyDeleteInspired by you! Noticing the smallest things and turning them to stories!!! I must recover my lost sense of wonder! Thanks for reminding me!!
ReplyDeleteI often send a "message from the fae" with the work I ship and one of my favorites says that it is not faeries that move too fast to be seen it is us who move too fast to see. Stopping and really LOOKING unveils magic beyond imagination! And you have captured it so well here! I could get lost in these little worlds of the Hill! I expect to see little gnarled hands popping out of that moss any moment! :)
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