CapeBreton-NorvellHimself-SingleMalt: October 2015

I am the ummmm: of every soul.

I am the blaze: on Sweet Gum and life.

Amergin,
Bard of the Milesians

I am a stag: of seven tines,

I am a flood: across a plain,

I am a wind: on a deep lake,

I am a tear: the Sun lets fall,

I am a hawk: above the cliff,

I am a thorn: beneath the nail,

I am a wonder: among flowers,

I am a wizard: who but I

Sets the cool head aflame with smoke?

I am a spear: that roars for blood,

I am a salmon: in a pool,

I am a lure: from paradise,

I am a hill: where poets walk,

I am a boar: ruthless and red,

I am a breaker: threatening doom,

I am a tide: that drags to death,

I am an infant: who but I

Peeps from the unhewn dolmen, arch?

I am the womb: of every holt,

I am the blaze: on every hill,

I am the queen: of every hive,

I am the shield: for every head,

I am the tomb: of every hope.

Song of Amergin translated by Robert Graves, from The White Goddess, Faber and Faber Limited, 24 Russell Square London WC1. It appears here under the principle of Fair Use.

will the last bud flower before a killing frost

I came across this photograph on the internet taken by someone in Cape Breton but I am unable to determine who it was now. If you know who this was - or if it were you - contact me to either have your name attributed to this post - or to have it taken down - thanks.

Well the old fellow turned 81 today

I have posted this fabulous tree before - but like an old friend it grows on me and makes me want to share my pleasure on seeing it in autumn once again.

Hello Brazil, I have no way of knowing if you are same visitor, as previously showed on my stats as being from Brazil, or not. But in any event thanks for stopping by. I hope you return again (and yet again). Please feel free to comment on any post.

Norvellhimself

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