Some would think the days pass slowly in Nod - especially for a hermit.
The winter days, yes, they are interminable...but the days of summer pass mercurially fast.
Many are spent counting crows.
Three for a wedding, four for death....
And the nights are spent with Sister Moon.
Every month for a lifetime, I have watched her blossom from a meek sliver into a round, ripe, melon in the sky.
But, lately, I have paid more attention to what a changeling she really is.
July 22nd:
July 24th:
July 27th:
One week... It slipped by so quickly...or perhaps that's what time does when one grows older.
For nights when the moon is shy and keeps to the clouds, I have a likeness of her in my garden.
In her comment on my previous post, Marly of Samplers-and-Santas asked what the "large alien eyeball" was outside my dungeon window.
I explained that it is a gazing ball...atop of a concrete cat lying on its back, slowly being overtaken by rogue sedum, and promised her a photo.
But, yes, I do, indeed, see an alien eyeball. 🤣
Another day, and the moon will be full and a new month will be begin.
And so goes the rhythm of nature and time.
Goodbye July.
