~ August Days ~

 ... it is nearing the end of august.quiet afternoons spent foraging through the fields and woods to find berries, nuts & mushroomsto fill our larder and hang and dry herbs harvested from now-almost faded gardens.
 

 sketches and recipes and spells and thoughts
will be written in homemade ink ontohand-parched paper
 in an effort of trying to keep everything together
for future stolen moments on days where i have a sliver of time to visit them again.

breathing in and clearing and cleansing my soul, my mind, my home, my heart.
brewing teas from spices and flowers, leaves and needles of pine which keep me grounded and calmwhen days are not good and could be made better.

soon the pots will bubble, full strewn pine, acorns, nuts and dried fruits and
the fires will be stoked and the house will hug us within her arms of cobwebs, wood, paint
dust and memories.

 the pantry shelves will be stocked with jars-ful of summer, and in winter i will breathe deeply the scent of earth and humid air trapped inside their glass walls, bringing sun drenched memories flooding again to the present.

...bittersweet days will turn to moon-drenched evenings where we will sit alone but together st the burn-pit to listen to the owls calling to us from the deep woods...warming our boots by the flames licking the tall branches of the ancient black walnut trees, planted so many moons-ago by the hands of kindred souls.the quiet crackling of embers and floating sparks of ash will
bring us home again within ourselves.

..... and we will once again exhale into a new season.
 ~ Blessed be ~
Levora (*** all photos courtesy of pinterest***)