Wednesday, August 10, 2005

remembrance




On my way to the hermitage, I was side-tracked by a field of rosemary. Running my fingers through its leaves, the sharp sweet tang of memory breathed. With a humble request, heard and granted, I carefully gather some fragrant leaves for my fellow travelers and for the Queen. I doubt any of us are in danger of forgetting this journey, but perhaps rosemary will lend further magic to this adventure.

Trying not to spend too much time listening to the plants, I finally arrive at the hermitage, and look forward to rest. I dismount. and enter through the gate as a bell sounds.

4 Comments:

At 3:49 AM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

Welcome Maxine, sample the delights of the bathhouse or just enjoy roaming around, taking in the delights, and drinking of the creative waters....enjoy, The Hermitess.

 
At 4:30 PM, Blogger Believer said...

Hello Maxine,

I don't think we've met before, welcome. Herbal legends are lovely, aren't they? I suspect we could have a whole blog just for stories and poems we create using herbal legends for prompts.

 
At 7:50 PM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

The Hermitage smells wonderful with the rosemary you brought Maxine - it is very healing and invigorating - there is a garden that will soon appear which can be explored for its many delights...Imogen Crest, Hermit.

 
At 8:08 PM, Blogger Maxine said...

Thank you for the welcome. I am glad you are enjoying the rosemary.

That would be fascinating! a blog with herbal legends and stories as prompts . . . I love herbal legends. I first fell in love with them when I visited Caprilands herb farm in Coventry CT as I was growing up--Adelma Simmons who owned the farm with it's many gardens collected so many tales surrounding the herbs . . . and I am always interested in hearing other people's favorite herb and plant stories . . .

 

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