There is something particularly magickal about this week. Not only because it sees the anniversaries of two particularly important and life-changing events in my life (14th Feb 2006 my father died, and 15th February 2005 I met Corinna), and not because it is St Valentine's Day, but because it always (in Devon at least) seems to mark the week when Winter becomees Spring.
I will always remember the night that my father died, three years ago. As I left home to sit by his bed on the long night before he died, the CFZ garden was wintry, grey and dead. When I returned home the next morning with my brother who had driven all the way from Germany, the flowers were out.
At the time I imbued this with a mystickal significance that was purely personal to my immediate family, but every year since the pattern has been repeated. Look at this sequence of pictures, all taken over the last four days...
At the time I imbued this with a mystickal significance that was purely personal to my immediate family, but every year since the pattern has been repeated. Look at this sequence of pictures, all taken over the last four days...
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Jon, you seem to have the "little people" keeping an eye on things in your garden.
In the center of the last photo, (just to the left on the righthand flower) there appears to be a small, rather chubby face looking out from the base of the plant.
Must be nice having Fortean phenomena right in your own back yard.
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