This is a picture of my apricot tree in the back yard. It is almost the last true month of fall. I suppose it feels more like winter in a lot of the world. Not many people follow the true esoteric sciences of the zodiac, but it is something worthy of investigation. I have found a lot of truths shine brightest in the strangest of places.
There is something in the air this time of year, it is true. Joy like a bellowing fire, comfortable and warm to a point, smoldering hot at another. The double edged sword of passion, an arrow in the night, these flames burn bright. To fall and crumble into ash, where the phoenix is born. The sun will climb the ladder to win once more, but first he must fall.
Seasons Greetings!
