Weeds and Words
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izmeinaIt's October and spring is well and truly in the air. Aside from the return of the sizzling stinking hot weather which usually arrives some time in late November, there's plenty of things to look forward to this time of year.
The flowers are blooming like crazy and the pecan trees have finally come out with their first leaves. All those nuts I planted several months ago have also come to life.
Even the acorns gathered from the serpentine spiritual home in Eden Vale have survived several summers and are now on their second sets of new leaves.
This was also the time of looking forward to visiting the Festival of Country Gardens down south. That had been a ritual for a good 12 years but has been off the agenda since 2013.
Slinking in the gardens and the squiggling frenzy that is Nanowrimo have been associated in the serpentine mind for a long time. There will be special cause for nostalgia this November since the days and dates exactly match 2009 when I signed up for the insane venture for the first time.
This year there's so many workshops and events in assorted libraries that I will be too busy to indulge in too much reminiscing about 'the good old days' but I have dusted off the old Dark Grimoire tarot deck in memory of 2009.
Then there's also Halloween to look forward to. It's sort of silly being in the middle of spring but nowhere near as ridiculous as Christmas where the media and retailers insist that we are in the middle of winter.
Instead of carving creepy pumpkin lanterns, will be planting giant pumpkin seeds and looking around to see who has got the spookiest party and looking to find the creepiest adornments for the Lair.
The Mexican Day of the Dead festival has become a big thing here in the last few years.
But one thing above all has marked the real return of spring, boom and bloom in this wide brown land. Monday 14th September was the day the Mad Monk got dumped and the grown ups got back into government.
The honeymoon will not last for long but it is such a pleasant change no longer hearing endless snark, fear mongering and three word slogans.
Still trying to find the appropriate 3 word slogan to carve on the Mad Monk's political tombstone. I think it would be fun to invite his ghost to the serpent's Halloween party along with his pet rottweiler - Eric Abetz - the Terror from Tasmania.
Actually the pair of them would make great characters for November's adventures as card carrying members of a crazy Cthulhu worshipping nihilistic death cult.
But it's time to slink off into the darkness. Got to be out and about early tomorrow for the Tuesday day job.
The flowers are blooming like crazy and the pecan trees have finally come out with their first leaves. All those nuts I planted several months ago have also come to life.
Even the acorns gathered from the serpentine spiritual home in Eden Vale have survived several summers and are now on their second sets of new leaves.
This was also the time of looking forward to visiting the Festival of Country Gardens down south. That had been a ritual for a good 12 years but has been off the agenda since 2013.
Slinking in the gardens and the squiggling frenzy that is Nanowrimo have been associated in the serpentine mind for a long time. There will be special cause for nostalgia this November since the days and dates exactly match 2009 when I signed up for the insane venture for the first time.
This year there's so many workshops and events in assorted libraries that I will be too busy to indulge in too much reminiscing about 'the good old days' but I have dusted off the old Dark Grimoire tarot deck in memory of 2009.
Then there's also Halloween to look forward to. It's sort of silly being in the middle of spring but nowhere near as ridiculous as Christmas where the media and retailers insist that we are in the middle of winter.
Instead of carving creepy pumpkin lanterns, will be planting giant pumpkin seeds and looking around to see who has got the spookiest party and looking to find the creepiest adornments for the Lair.
The Mexican Day of the Dead festival has become a big thing here in the last few years.
But one thing above all has marked the real return of spring, boom and bloom in this wide brown land. Monday 14th September was the day the Mad Monk got dumped and the grown ups got back into government.
The honeymoon will not last for long but it is such a pleasant change no longer hearing endless snark, fear mongering and three word slogans.
Still trying to find the appropriate 3 word slogan to carve on the Mad Monk's political tombstone. I think it would be fun to invite his ghost to the serpent's Halloween party along with his pet rottweiler - Eric Abetz - the Terror from Tasmania.
Actually the pair of them would make great characters for November's adventures as card carrying members of a crazy Cthulhu worshipping nihilistic death cult.
But it's time to slink off into the darkness. Got to be out and about early tomorrow for the Tuesday day job.
