The Glimmer Green, the GreenLeaf Forest, Ygg Forest, all the forests of my Soul...
I have a thousand of them, if not more. The Green.
I grow it, tend it, trim it, eat it, watch others reap it's bounty. The robins this week are rich with the crab apple's bounty. The wasps feast on the fallen apples in the back yard. Nature uses what it needs. The skunk comes to feed on fallen fruits every night. My dog barks, jealous of the ability to feed on fruit...
The GreenLeaf forest, home of Lilith, home of Aiofe, home of Linde... The GlimmerGreen, that primal Tolkien place, deep in Fae, deep in our hind brains, realm eternal...
I bring in the plants that might freeze, trim, cover or set to sleep those that wait out winter's storms. The ranger of this small lot. The gardener. Ever at odds with nature, but striving to understand, to nurture, to let these small things thrive under my care...
