Last night I dreamt I was Gaia, earth mother, and eldest grandson of mine.
Child and grandparent as one, the grass grows taller as I run from the mad hunger of a caretaker-
How could the adults do that?
As you overthrew your father, and now fear what is coming?
Oh god of harvest, of season’s change, the irony that you in particular do not pick up-
That the cycle will continue and the sickle will fall.
I am honored to have shared this poem from my friend Adelia. She is currently a third year university student in Arizona.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
2019 Nano Pablano Cheer Peppers.
The cool weather is finally here. I’m trying to get the last of the harvest in before the first rain comes tonight.
I garden more for the art of growing weird stuff than the food ( we are after all a Vampire family). So that said, I love my gourds.
The vines are lovely and each gourd is a wonderful natural work of art!