He's not looking up in the picture, but all I can think when I see it is the poem that says: And children's faces looking up, holding wonder like a cup.
I'm a woman, a Witch, a mother, a grandmother, an eco-feminist, a gardener, a reader, a writer, and a priestess of the Great Mother Earth. Hecate appears in the
Homeric Ode to Demeter, which tells of Hades who caught Persophone
"up reluctant on his golden car and bare her away lamenting. . . . But no one, either of the deathless gods or of mortal men, heard her voice, nor yet the olive-trees bearing rich fruit: only tenderhearted Hecate, bright-coiffed, the daughter of Persaeus, heard the girl from her cave . . . ."
2 comments:
Beautiful!
(Oh, and the butterflies are nice, too.)
Snarkworth
Oh, that's lantana with g/son! I can't find it anywhere this year. Butterflies and hummingbirds love it!
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