Wednesday, August 15, 2012

SUMMER'S FADE




SUMMER'S FADE
by Fox the Poetess  c. 2012



Summer's fade
Whether sowing seeds
Or reaping grain
It's still the same old story.
But Old Lugh beams his ancient man grin on the bark
For he knows that no matter the season
There is still a bloom of fancy on the vine
Waiting to be picked.









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Sunday, August 12, 2012

Our Waterside Supper with Riparian Entertainments



“But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.

Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."

How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.

You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here.”
Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass



What fun!

Yesterday was the Day of Days!

Violet Moorfields Lace & Wooden Bowl Picnic!
(fondly dubbed: Vic Pic by my Weird Sister and friend, Georgia!)

Vic Pic is a lovely day where one gathers with magical friends
and all the tattered lace.....silver servings....wooden bowls.....and finest garb come out!

Not that we have to look far.  Most of us live this way so it's merely a 
matter of surveying the house and packing the hamper.  The hardest part is deciding what *not* to bring!
Trust me, if we had our way we'd move entire truck loads of treasures for setting up!

And garb, of course!
Weeks spent giggling over corsets, dresses and (especially!) hats!

And so we go, off to the waterside, in this case the Erie Canal in Camillus, NY.

There's something to be said for relaxing on a glorious day with friends and Kindred Spirits.
Very Charles Dodgson-esque, don't you think?
The Vics knew how to Pic, that's for sure!

A lovely plus was that I had yet another chance to partake of many fripperies with
my wonderful friend and goat sister, Bev!
Twice in the same number of months!  HUZZAH! for me!

All that was missing were the goats........

Kindred friends and tattered lace.......life's too short not to revel in both!

Please do.  You'll be so glad you did!

























Sunday, July 29, 2012

AUNT TATTIE

So, Autumn is not quite in the air yet, though I always find myself longing for it at this time of year.

I thought that now would be a good time to start filling our community gardens with 
Garden Folk to guard the coming harvest.

I arranged a workshop at our garden site and we had the most wonderful and creative morn!
Take a peek here for the day! 
I've fallen in love with Tattie Bogles, the Scots name for scarecrow!
So many wonderful children's books have made their way to me, all the stories with
 such heart and soul!

Here's the tattie bogle I created.  Her name is Aunt Tattie and I think she's beautiful!

I had such an inspired time bringing her to life that I long to create more and more and more!
They look so magical from a distance!

If you are of a mind to create (or already have created) a tattie bogle for your garden,
won't you please post a link here so we might all come to see!

Enjoy!  
~Mimi









Saturday, July 28, 2012

The Great God Kevin: A Lesser Known Greek Myth


THE GREAT GOD KEVIN:  
 A LESSER KNOWN GREEK MYTH
~
A Sisterhood of the Goat Story
by:  Mimi Foxmorton
copyright 2012
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One day on the farm 
While with one of my brothers
There arrived a white goat
That was not like the others.


He passed my cow Lizzie
And Pony the horse


A donkey named Elvis


And Miss Darla, of course.


The chickens ignored him
But that's how they act


This goat was quite different
And that was a fact.


He stood tall and lean
With a mop on his head
Had a lopsided grin
And went where I led.


His eyes were quite knowing
He looked straight at me


And settled right down
Just as calm as could be.


The others were curious 
As goats always are


'Cept for Darla
Who rammed him
And said,
"That's my Maa!"



A wee calf looked on him
With great, huge, round eyes


The barn yard was silent
You could hear the wind's sighs.


I searched through my memory
In a blink I did know it
"You're the Great God Pan." I did breathe
You can't help but show it.


"You are right." spoke the goat
Voice like honey and heaven
"But to lessen the fuss
Won't you please call me Kevin?"



"I've come from Arcadia
Near Olympus above
I noticed one day
That you needed some love."

"I'm here to remind you
That you are not alone"


"Your respect for all creatures
From above it has shone."



"The Sisterhood summoned me
They are quite astute"


"And to prove my devotion
I'll play on my flute!"


The music flowed forth
His Pan pipe I did hear
So ethereal it was
That I shed one happy tear.


The notes they dripped o'er me
Not one of them tragic
I knew then I was gifted
With goat love......


....and magic!


"'Tis true, then." I spoke
When the music had faded
"Those who say it's not true
Must surely be jaded."


"In sooth there are many
Who've forgotten the story
Of Pan on the hillside
In all of his glory."


"My Father was Hermes
The great messenger god
My mother, I knew her
For only a nod."

"I've lived many tales
Caused a wee bit of trouble
But delight to all hearts
That I've brought, it is double."

"There's the story of Syrinx
Who I thought I did need"

photo courtesy of Marigold & the Goatmother
Hi, Marigold!  Hi, Goatmother!  xox

"My pipe here you see
It was made from her reed."


"I've loved many a nymph
And sweet Echo I married
Her voice still you can hear
Down the lone path it's carried."


"I once dressed like a sheep
Fell in love with the Moon"

note to the Goatmother-I only wore it for a second-just for modeling.....I promise   ~Yellow Dog

"But she uncovered my plan
And I was sent away soon."

"I frighten the herds
And cause Panic, too
With my very fine yell of:
"Hey!  YIP!  YIP!  YOOOOO!"


"You see it's not good
To forget the old tale
Our children must know now
We can't let them fail."

"I ask you to bring
 The myths back to light
Create love for old stories
So they're not lost in the night."


So I gathered my goaties
And started to tell 
Of the Great God, um...Kevin
And his magical yell.



Our new goat was delighted
So he gave his great shout!
Darla whispered to me-
"Maaa, you figured it out!"


And from that day forward
We read every day
Stories from near
And from far, far away.



For a child's imagination
Is a miracle to behold


And as Kevin will tell you...
More precious than gold.


~The End~
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~Hey! I wanted to be the last picture!
 ~Fine Darla, you can be the last picture.


~You still love me best, right?
~I still love you best, Darla.
~Good.  Then you won't mind if I do this.........


That's MY end!

Good night, everyone, from Maamaa and Me!
xox

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