Switch of seasons
Lemuria doesn’t care about seasons. It can be both winter and summer. Most of us who live here know that when we wake up on a dry, clear, cool summer day, we are not meant to be inside. It was just one of those days, when I headed into the woods. The trees in Lemuria are many and beautiful, and I decided to spend my day just admiring them, and looking for faces in the trees. See what I can find. But as I look at one, I see something quite different. Pears are hanging from it. It makes me think of a nursery rhyme about golden apples and silver pears. Or maybe it was the Yeats poem with something about dreaming and , “time and tide are done, the silver apples of the moon, the golden apples of the sun.”
The pears are crisp and sweet. While I’m trying to figure out the rest of the quote, the sun covers itself, and it begins to snow. A sure sign to head back to the studio. Lemuria gives you exactly what I need. I’m still eating crisp sweet pears as I walk back home through the snow.