HAVE A LOVELY WEEKEND!
But there is something about Time
The sun rises and sets.
The stars swings slowly across the sky and fade.
Clouds fill with rain and snow,
and fill again.
The moon is born and dies, and is reborn.
Around millions of clocks swing hour hands,
and minute hands and second hands.
Around goed the continual circle
of the notes of the scale.
Around goes the circle of night and day
the cicle of weeks forever revolving,
and of months and of years.
..Writer Unknown to me..
Monarch butterflies (Danaus plexippus)
hanging from the branches of roost trees while
overwintering in one of the several Monarch
reserves within the Transvolcanic Pine-Oak Forest
(Global 200 Ecoregion) in La Rosaria, Michoacan,
© Paul Bettings / WWF-Canada
~in Mexico City, Mexico. ( via wwf canada )
Art by Theodor Kittelsen.
Bäckahästen or bækhesten
(translated as the brook horse)
is a mythological horse in Scandinavian folklore.
It has a close parallel in the Scottish kelpie.
It was often described as a majestic white horse
that would appear near rivers, particularly during
foggy weather. Anyone who climbed onto its back
would not be able to get off again.
The horse would then jump into the river,
drowning the rider.
The brook horse could also be harnessed and
made to plough, either because it was trying to
trick a person or because the person
had tricked the horse into it.
Art by *B-Dub33
- A long time ago, there was a girl who was not only pretty but also big and strong. She worked as a maid on a farm by Lake Hjärtasjön in southern Nerike.
She was ploughing with the farm's horse on one
of the fields by the lake. It was springtime
and beautiful weather.
The birds chirped and the wagtails flitted in
the tracks of the girl and the horse in order to pick worms. All of a sudden, a horse appeared out of the lake.
It was big and beautiful, bright in colour and
with large spots on the sides. The horse had
a beautiful mane which fluttered in the wind
and a tail that trailed on the ground.
The horse pranced for the girl to show her how
beautiful he was. The girl, however, knew that it
was the brook horse and ignored it.
Then the brook horse came closer and closer
and finally he was so close that he could bite the
farm horse in the mane.
The girl hit the brook horse with the bridle
and cried: "Disappear you scoundrel, or you'll
have to plough so you'll never forget it."
As soon as she had said this, the brook horse
had changed places with the farm horse,
and the brook horse started ploughing the field
with such speed that soil and stones whirled
in its wake, and the girl hung like a mitten from
the plough. Faster than the cock crows seven times,
the ploughing was finished and the brook horse
headed for the lake, dragging both the plough and the girl. But the girl had a piece of steel in her pocket,
and she made the sign of the cross.
Immediately she fell down on the ground,
and she saw the brook horse disappear into the
lake with the plough. She heard a frustrated neighing
when the brook horse understood that his trick had failed. Until this day, a deep track can be seen in the field. (Hellström 1985:16)
A fairy ring, also known as fairy circle,
elf circle, elf ring, or pixie ring, is a naturally
occurring ring or arc of mushrooms.
The rings may grow to over 10 metres (33 ft)
in diameter, and they become stable over time
as the fungus grows and seeks food underground.
They are found mainly in forested areas,
but also appear in grasslands or rangelands.
Fairy rings are detectable by sporocarps in rings
or arcs, as well as by a necrotic zone (dead grass),
or a ring of dark green grass.
If these manifestations are visible a fairy fungus
mycelium is likely to be present in the ring
or arc underneath.
Fairy rings also occupy a prominent place in
European folklore as the location of gateways into
elfin kingdoms, or places where elves gather and dance. According to the folklore, a fairy ring appears
when a fairy, pixie, or elf appears.
It will disappear without trace in less than five days,
but if an observer waits for the elf to return to
the ring, he may be able to capture it.
Who can doubt it, when there are
rainbows and wildflowers,
the music of the wind and the silence
of the stars? Anyone who has loved has
been touched by magic.
It is such a simple and such an extraordinary
part of the lives we live.”
photo: A wave at Cape Kiwanda
by Gary Weathers
Have a lovely weekend
and a warm welcome to all
my new followers
This awesome blossom is a Monkey Orchid
In our wildest dreams we never imagined
that there might actually be flowers out there with
monkey faces. Nature truly is awesome.
This looks like something straight out of Through
the Looking Glass and What Alice Found There.
Less talk, more monkey flowers!
“These wonderful orchids come from
the south-eastern Ecuadorian and Peruvian
cloud forests from elevations of 1000 to 2000 meters
and as such not many people throughout history
got to see them. However,
thanks to intrepid collectors we do get to see
this wonderful Monkey Orchid.”
‘Aha!’ she cried mockingly,
‘you would fetch your dearest,
but the beautiful bird sits no longer singing
in the nest; the cat has got it,
and will scratch out your eyes as well.
Rapunzel is lost to you;
you will never see her again.’
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