There Are Kingdoms and Reaches

far more than we know.  There is a world within our world where magic lives by many names and coexists with the ordinary. A few glimpse it and sense it around them in Nature's Realm.

Every tree has its Dryad and each Dryad has its dragon/tree.  It is a special relationship. One cannot exist without the other.  If one should die, the other will too.

Sometimes an ordinary moment with extraordinary power can bring back the Dryad's music and lift the dragon's wings so they may live again.  Few are fortunate to witness this re-birthing.

Many may remember the discovery, the imagining and the journey.  Who knew it would take me so long!

Presenting the rebirth of a tree dragon and her Hamadryad living again in my heart and my yard.

She may change as she tells me

but for my birthday she is poised for flight.

May we celebrate the magic and beauty around us
and always feed our imagination. 

Resurrecting The Dragon

I discovered the trapped dragon on a cool autumn day in a dry creek.  She could not escape without my help.  I called out the big equipment and climbed carefully down into the unknown to help resurrect this lady.

Stopped in her tracks and trapped here for decades maybe centuries of floods.  Once majestic now worn and polished by time, sand and water.

I carefully placed the logs tongs around her middle and stood by for the big equipment to safely extract her.

 Up she rises, wings 

as if in flight.

Lizzy directed my climb out by cheering me on.

 As the dragon rested I planned safe transport.

While the Man In Charge directed (much like Lizzy)

I hooked my dear dragon for her home journey.

I hooked her again

and again.

 She is airborne! 

Almost home

She lies in wait for me to awaken her magic.

"Every One Weep With Me"...

a line from the O Fortuna is our Saturday prompt at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads.  I had good intentions of following the prompt to the T.  The title reflects that intention but I fell far from the mark.  As I wrote this...with no changes...it was an exact Fifty-Five.  I read signs in every thing.

And in this wood

I saw a dragon

with magic wings

and strength unfurled

a medieval moment

frozen

but not lost

forever of wood

for it could not be

in a world of wars

and lost humanity

As it rose today

from the forgotten realm

I unlocked the wood

and gave it back it's song

Weeding Rocks...

Here's the tiny section I worked so hard on last week.  The stump from the lightning struck tree is still burning so I had a place to stack more today.

I decided I needed to weed my porch.  Have you ever heard of someone doing that?

Please bear in mind I rarely use any thing I have to buy.  I have lots of rocks and logs so I made my back porch outta those.  Hubby brought me a huge rock last year (he just loves making me happy). Now it is where he brushes the dogs and we use it for many things including a table.  So tools ready...set...go.

I had a tiny helper who posed for the camera.  He/she is only as big as a thumb nail.  Glad to see them coming back.  I also terrified a REAL Ladybug and a Skink.  They did not hang around for a photo session.

You can track me anywhere with my DP can and a vacant pair of shoes.  If you find those two things I won't be far away.

Lizzy enjoyed the cool spots I was digging.  I recycle dog food sacks and lay them under stone to prevent grass invasion.  Between the large rocks I place gravel.

It was a long hot morning.  I had to stop and help get the beef in the freezer (59 per cent of live weight).  Full to the rim!  That feels good.

Back outside to finish.  Hot, tired, thirsty, sweaty, dirty and more but I continued.  I kinda like to finish something once I get it started. I'm a tad bull headed like that.

Please remember the back door is usually the worst.  Ki-Anne doesn't care.  This is before

and after.  One job done for another year!  It was in the shade when I began but not for long.  Too hot to work this hard.

Will my next job be the second fig

or the poor fern bed?

Depends on which one is shadier.

After The Rain

the tiny dragon looked surprised

by his colonic flush.