A necklace for Persephone, and the lingering stench of a Thanksgiving adventure
It is a grey and damp thanksgiving Monday on this blustery island. We awoke to sopping wet ponies and that chill that sinks into your bones, letting us know that winter is on its way. Not quite yet perhaps, but it is making plans to visit soon. The house is quiet now, with everyone recovering from yesterday’s festivities of overindulgence in food and drink. We had friends come and stay the night, which was fun, and a bit of an adventure. It has been great to have old friends move to this island, people who I can just feel comfortable with and enjoy.
After dinner, my friend C and I decided to take a walk in the twilight hayfield to help the feast settle. We decided to take Miss Molly Ma Gog, and C’s dog (who is actually also Miss Molly’s brother) Bear along with us.
The dew was wet on the grass, and you could smell the woodsmoke from our fire in the crisp evening air. The moon was full, lighting the hayfield and stretching shadows from the hay bales. The two Labradors bounded ahead of us with reckless abandon. Reckless being the key word here. For on the other side of the first hay bale they bounded joyfully onto none other than a skunk.
!!!!!!!!!
The silly things didn’t have a chance. One second they were leaping through the grass in one direction, a fraction of the same second later they have spun 360 with their tails between their legs headed for home, intermittently throwing themselves face first into the wet grass in an attempt to scrub the stench from their woe-begotten faces.
C, bless her, reacted as a well-mannered lady with “Oh my, oh my, that’s not good, is it?” I was still feeling the wine from dinner and cursed a blue streak that could have well lit the night’s sky. F$%##%! Goddammit. (Which people never suspect I am able to do for some reason.)
One skunked Lab is enough to deal with, but two is quite the ordeal. So the stinky duo were incarcerated, much to their woeful dismay, with gallons of skunk-off seeping into their miserable hides in the bathroom – where they proceeded to bark and howl their misery for all who would listen for the entire night.
Ah well, as C told me, it will be a thanksgiving memory for us to remember and laugh about next year. And despite my stenchy Molly ma Gog, I am already giggling a bit about it. Poor puppies. Poor skunky C and I after trying to de-stench the puppies too.
Today I am immersed in myths and stories of goddesses. The weather and time of year got me to thinking of Persephone and pomegranates, so I hammered out a simple little pomegranate pendant today in honour of Fall and changes. Sterling silver, raw silk, and 4 garnet seeds…
pomegranate
three seeds
or was it four? caught
between my teeth, each one
a valentine bursting, your dark juices
staining my lips.
the taste of you lingers
on my tongue…
