Ned Hayes's Blog, page 104
May 1, 2014
"Spring grew into summer, and the rhythm of my life now included...
"Spring grew into summer, and the rhythm of my life now included Nell. I learned that her secret thyme and mint beds were deep in the woods, out by the chuckling stream that disappeared underground. She gathered plants she needed every day, and she was as a child who gathers flowers in May."
PHOTO: riverofbones: vintage & models ❂
Happy May Day!
"Spring grew into summer, and the rhythm of my...
Happy May Day!
"Spring grew into summer, and the rhythm of my life now included Nell. I learned that her secret thyme and mint beds were deep in the woods, out by the chuckling stream that disappeared underground. She gathered plants she needed every day, and she was as a child who gathers flowers in May."
PHOTO: Lone dandelion by `Jess on Flickr.
April 30, 2014
"And then there are the times when the wolves are silent and the moon is howling."
“And then there are the times when the wolves are silent and the moon is howling.”
- George Carlin (via rabbitinthemoon)
- George Carlin (via rabbitinthemoon)
"The deer tracks are deep narrow holes thrust into the snow. I...
"The deer tracks are deep narrow holes thrust into the snow. I follow the tracks with my eyes. The deer stopped for something here. I stare closely at the frosty loam. Scattered eggshells, newly broke, the yolk still drying in the cold. The deer hunt eggs. I glance up at them ahead. Deer they are. The hart of heaven and his dame. A shiver runs from arm to arm. A lamb turns lion in the night."
— from an (early draft) of the novel SINFUL FOLK
April 29, 2014
“Spring grew into summer, and the rhythm of my life now included...
“Spring grew into summer, and the rhythm of my life now included Nell. I learned that her secret lavender and mint beds were deep in the woods, out by the chuckling stream that disappeared underground. She gathered plants she needed every day, and she was as a child who gathers flowers in May.”
— from the novel SINFUL FOLK
