by witchy trees
Come, my dearies, for a tour of my woods
See, here is the witches’ castle
Meet Witch Hazel
and Witch Rowana
Here’s Raven
There’s our resident treehugger witch.
If you’d like to join in the Samhain edition of the Festival of Trees being hosted at Windy Willow, please email your links by midnight October 26th to silviasalix (at) yahoo (dot) co (dot) uk, with “Festival of the Trees” in the subject line.
(PS – Apologies for the artistic liberty with the witches’ names. They are not the names of the trees illustrated.)
October 25, 2007 in Being an Artist, Blogging, Culture by Marja-Leena
witch hazel with knobs
bulging stomach and two breasts –
a halloween tree
Wow, very creepy trees indeed!
Thanks again, Olivia.
Silvia/Salix – a double thank you for commenting and for hosting this festival! It’s going to be a creepy one.
What wonderful fun!!
Spooooooooooooooooooooooooky
the witches’ castle
in my woods has splintered trees
pointing to heaven
Joan, yes, it sure is!
Herhimnbryn, glad you think so.
Olivia, thanks for another nice little poem. You are spoiling me. Does Germany have any Samhain/Halloween festivities?
Yes, we celebrate the Celtic festival of Samhain over here. I wrote a chapter on that in my second book, “Time Travels in the Taunus Mountains” (“Zeitreisen im Taunus”), SV Frankfurt 2002.
Your photos of the enchanted witches’ wood are gorgeous, Marja-Leena.
That’s interesting, Olivia. I don’t know the Taunus mountains, but the Harz ones to me had a feeling of the ancient spirits in them. My photos are taken from different areas in southwest BC – glad you like them.
Meeting these after dark would be heart-stopping
Tall Girl – yes, isn’t it amazing how different the world looks in the dark?
I love the trees! It’s hard to believe it’s almost Halloween – I haven’t even gotten over it not being September anymore!
Hi Jackie! Glad you like. To me, in some ways it’s felt like November here with all the rain we’ve had, but yes, time’s flying closer towards the end of the year already.
Lovely post, though I feel a little chilled to the bone now!
We’re preparing for Halloween (The Ragazza) and Samhain (her mother) here in Brittany
Don’t you just love this time of year???
OOh these are fun!
Happy Halloween ML!
Mouse, did this post chill you? I’m sorry. Have a wonderful Halloween!
Lucy, thanks, and have a happy Halloween too!
Those are some scary pics, and that Rowana sure is brazen. I sent a tree to Windy Willow.
Here’s a witchy poem for you, one my uncle used to recite to us when we were little:
One moonlit night on Halloween
The foulest witch you’ve ever seen,
Came riding a broom between her knees,
Over the silver fields and trees.
I hailed the witch,
I heard her shout
Her laugh was wild as she turned about..
“I’ll tell you feee and I’ll tell you fooo,
I must have salt for my devil’s brew,
And the salt shall come from the tears you’ll shed
When I tell of the day when the world is dead.”
Then he’d send us out to get wood from the shed in the dark!
Oh, Anna, that’s scary for you wee ones! (I laughed, naughty witchy me.)
Tuttuja metsiä!
Mies on Oregonista kotoisin. Kun tulin kotiin, niin yritin väittää että on olemassa pohjoisia sademetsiä eikä kukaan uskonut minua.
Margaret Atwood sanoo jossain kirjassaan (Kissansilmä?) että saapuminen Brittiläiseen Columbiaan oli shokki, koska sade oli tolkutonta ja jopa etanat täysin mahdottomia. Puuthan voivat olla 100 metrin korkuisia!
Tiesitkö, että suomalaiset metsätyömiehet olivat niitä aatelisia, koska uskalsivat mennä latvoihin huojumaan ja sahaamaan sen korkeimman osan pois. Ilman sitä puita ei voinut kaataa!
Sitten joku muu väitti että myös intiaanit olivat pelottomia.
Ehkä ne olivat vain köyhimpiä kansanosia…
Hei Ripsa! Muistan nimesi tuolta Dionysoksen Kevät blogin kommentista. Kävin vilkaisemassa sivuasi ja käyn uudestaan.
Aivan totta tämä Pacific Northwest lännen meren seutu Oregonista Alaskaan on sademetsää. Jättiläspuineen, sammalten, etanan ja paljon muunkin kauniin meren ja vuorten maata. Olen asunut täällä Vancouverin seudulla melkein kolmekymmentä vuotta.
Kyllä olen kuullut suomalaisista metsätyömiehistä, pari enoakin olivat jonkin aikaa siinä työssä.
These wonderful photos awaken memories of rambling as a child, in a “haunted” woods near the small town I grew up in. I had an Irish grandfather who had taught my brother and I to be careful of fairy rings etc. Thank you for this beautiful post.
Princess Haiku, thank you! You’re lucky to have had such a grandfather. Looking forward to exploring your blog…
Wonderful, wonderful work! I never cease to be amazed at the magic of your art.
Kate, thanks for your generoisity in calling these photographs ‘art’. It was fun putting together a little ‘story’ from my collection of photos.