Cool, restless winds have been gusting through my garden all day, whipping the tree branches and leaves into a froth, and I found myself wondering who was the Greek god of north winds. As it turns out, it’s Boreas, a purple-winged god with ice on his hair and beard. His child is Khione, the goddess of snow. These really aren’t gloomy thoughts, as I love the cool air, as well as the quieter (except for the wind) turn the garden has taken.
Yesterday, I tossed some Brazil nuts beneath the bird feeder, and this little squirrel popped up. I have to say, he’s one of the cutest squirrels I have ever seen, but perhaps I am misinterpreting the rapacious glint in his eye.
A snowy cascade of asters.
I’ve been enjoying imagining my garden as a place where a purple-winged god strides, and that is alive with birds and other little animals. I hope your week is going well. Namaste. Fran