Nevicata (means "snowfall" in Italian) must have gotten tired of sledding on various things in my studio, because she called her friends,
Neve ("snow" in Italian)
and Blanche and asked them to call all their snow faery friends to make it snow here. It worked! There's about six inches on the ground right now, and it's supposed to snow all night long and into tomorrow! It rained all Wednesday night, Thursday and part of Thursday night, then turned to snow. Every rain drop and snow flake is a blessing, and all of us who live up here are so, so very grateful.
"What will it take to become a society that praises those who care? That honors kindness more than success? That teaches children to love the earth more than to accumulate its products? I suspect we will need to listen to different elders - not the ones who promised wealth but the ones who taught compassion." Linda Hogan
It rained lightly all last night and part of this morning. We had "tree rain" for the rest of the day. I'm grateful for every drop!
I went outside not expecting to be able to see the moon, but the clouds were moving pretty briskly, so I waited a bit and got lucky. My Oglala Sioux ancestors called November's full moon "Last Leaves Falling Moon." You can find dozens of websites purporting to know the names that the tribes of the First People called the moons, but I find that very few match exactly what my Sioux and Cherokee grandparents and parents told me. I'd tell you the Cherokee name, but I can't remember it right now. Darn memory.
Today was cold and windy...and wonderful! I haven't been feeling too well lately, so it was really good to be able to get out and ramble around the woods. Feeling the wind touch my face, hearing my boots crunching over fallen leaves, breathing in the scents of pine, cedar and dampish leaves was glorious. I say 'dampish' because, although the air felt damp and misty, it hasn't rained. It might tonight; fingers crossed. There were little pockets of color here and there (surprising for this late in the year), but for the most part the trees have either parted with their leaves or the leaves are still there, but are that bleached out beige brown color. It's always interesting to me to see how many little micro climates there are in a few acres. I took a few more photos, but this one turned out the best. I also, as I always do, put a few small rocks in my pockets. They'll live in various places in my cottage for a while, then, on a walk yet to be taken, I'll take them back out into the forest. My husband laughs at me every time I go on a walk, because I leave with my right pocket full of rocks to be returned to the forest, and I come back with my left pocket bulging with 'guest' rocks.
Now, at 10:30 p.m., I'm sitting by the fire with a cup of tea. The wind, quiet for a while, has gotten up again, and the chimes outside my window are singing with it. This set of chimes only sings when the wind is coming from the north; their song, an icy tinkling, is well-suited to the North Wind.
This Steller's Jay is eyeing me thoughtfully while I take his (or her, both sexes look the same) photo.
I think he's saying, "Get that camera out of my face!" I told him that I'm the one who puts out all those delicious peanuts and sunflower seeds, but he just said something I can't repeat here and flew away. That's gratitude for you...
Up at the higher elevation of Big Bear, Autumn's colors have nearly finished putting on their show. But, 2000 feet lower down the mountain in Crestline she's still going strong! I feel blessed to be able to have an extended autumn just by doing a little driving. Down in the San Bernardino valley where my sister lives, autumn doesn't really arrive until the end of November but, since it doesn't really get that cold there, it's a very subtle, typical Southern California kind of autumn...hardly noticeable!
"You have not lived today until you have done something for someone who can never repay you." John Bunyan
This is Mrs. Rose, (upper part of photo), and one of her babies (she had four, all are doing well); notice how much shorter little one's tail is than her mother's tail. The bowl is only six inches across and the baby fits completely inside of it with one of her siblings when they want to do so. Mrs. Rose doesn't even put her front feet in the bowl, just her head. I took this back at the end of September when (I'm guessing) they were about five or six weeks old. They come with their mama to eat every night but the babies are very shy of the flash on the camera, so this is the only photo I have taken. They're quite a bit bigger now!
I guess, for me, that quote isn't completely accurate because I get so much happiness just from seeing the animals that I feed and knowing that they're all right, that I'm more than repaid.
A beautiful Autumn Faery I found on Pinterest. It is still officially autumn until the Winter Solstice, according to astronomers. The World Meteorological Organization says it's autumn from September 1st to November 30th in the Northern Hemisphere. In my own life I go by what the leaves, the animals, the wind and the weather tell me. They say it's still autumn here in these mountains, but winter isn't far off...
And some other Wildings, big and little, who kindly share their forest with me:
"To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded." Ralph Waldo Emerson
A Young Steller's Jay
Common to high altitude forests all over the west
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Our task must be to free ourselves...by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty. ~~ Albert Einstein
June Is Adopt a Cat Month
But, there are always strays who need a loving home - so don't shop, ADOPT! Click the photo for helpful tips on adopting.
If they breathe, they live. If they live, they feel. If they feel, they love. If they love, they are aware. If they are aware, they have a soul. ~ Williams
I love cats because I enjoy my home and, little by little, they become its visible soul ~ Jean Cocteau (That's Malcolm O'Mewy on the chair)
Feed the Hungry
I think we are bound to, and by, Nature. We may want to deny this connection and try to believe we control the external world, but every time there's a snowstorm or drought we know our fate is tied to the world around us. ~~ Alice Hoffman
What I'm Reading Now:
Give a Child a Book
Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors and the most patient of teachers.
Charles W. Eliot
A person who collects or is fond of books. Also, a person who immediately feels safe, happy, even euphoric, when holding a favorite book.
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Where there is tea there is hope - Pinero
Boulder Bay, Big Bear Lake
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Lake Gregory, Crestline
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A Favorite Quote
"I don't want life to imitate art; I want life to BE art." Carrie Fisher
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. ~ John Muir, from "The California Mountains"
I'm three-quarters Native American (Oglala Sioux and Cherokee), and one-quarter Northern Italian. I live in a little cottage with my furry "children" in a beautiful mountain forest where we enjoy daily visits from the little wild creatures. I love animals (you probably guessed), books, photography, tall trees, clear lakes, rain, snow, tea, the moon, and creating all kinds of art.