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Sweet August doth appear.





“Fairest of the months! 
Ripe summer’s queen
The hey-day of the year
With robes that gleam with sunny sheen
Sweet August doth appear.”

– R. Combe Miller










Artist Angie Latham
Text & image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook https://www.facebook.com/Snowwolfswoodlandnook/













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Happy July everyone 🌸🦋



Tall Nettles

TALL nettles cover up, as they have done 
These many springs, the rusty harrow, the plough 
Long worn out, and the roller made of stone: 
Only the elm butt tops the nettles now. 

This corner of the farmyard I like most: 
As well as any bloom upon a flower 
I like the dust on the nettles, never lost 
Except to prove the sweetness of a shower. 

Edward Thomas












Artist Angie Latham
Text & image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook https://www.facebook.com/Snowwolfswoodlandnook/

Today is the first of February,




 

“Today is the first of February,
snowy, brilliant, but dripping with the sound of spring wherever the sun lies warm,
and calling with the heart of spring yonder where the crows are assembling.”

~Dallas Lore Sharp










Text & image source: Linda Iribarren https://web.facebook.com/lindairibarren

. . . . roaring with laughter, full of earth-praise

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“Sometimes I spend all day trying to count the leaves on a single tree…
Of course I have to give up, but by then I’m half crazy with the wonder of it-
the abundance of the leaves, the quietness of the branches, the hopelessness
of my effort. And I am in that delicious and important place, roaring with
laughter, full of earth-praise.”

~ Mary Oliver

 

 

 

 

 

~ Image by Rosemary
Text & image source: ॐ Nature Heals, Nature Reveals ॐ https://www.facebook.com/ॐ-Nature-Heals-Nature-Reveals-ॐ-729612107082182/

August

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“When the blackberries hang
swollen in the woods, in the brambles
nobody owns, I spend
all day among the high
branches, reaching
my ripped arms, thinking
of nothing, cramming
the black honey of summer
into my mouth; all day my body
accepts what it is. In the dark
creeks that run by there is
this thick paw of my life darting among
the black bells, the leaves; there is
this happy tongue.”

– Mary Oliver.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Art CHIE YOSHII
Text & image source: Snowwolf,s Woodland Nook https://web.facebook.com/Snowwolfswoodlandnook/