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Sadly, we missed this years intl Cat & Dog days 😿 (altho the #dogdays are still ongoing)
Here are 2 new books in our collection, starting with "Catland" by Kathryn Hughes, detailing the life of British cat artist #LouisWain & the great cat mania of early 20th c -
Sadly, we missed this years intl Cat & Dog days 😿 (altho the #dogdays are still ongoing)
Here are 2 new books in our collection, starting with "Catland" by Kathryn Hughes, detailing the life of British cat artist #LouisWain & the great cat mania of early 20th c -
Sadly, we missed this years intl Cat & Dog days 😿 (altho the #dogdays are still ongoing)
Here are 2 new books in our collection, starting with "Catland" by Kathryn Hughes, detailing the life of British cat artist #LouisWain & the great cat mania of early 20th c -
Sadly, we missed this years intl Cat & Dog days 😿 (altho the #dogdays are still ongoing)
Here are 2 new books in our collection, starting with "Catland" by Kathryn Hughes, detailing the life of British cat artist #LouisWain & the great cat mania of early 20th c -
On a sunny note...
So far... a 'fair and balanced' cartoon feed today, between florid #TrumpVirus #insanity and 'better angels' of #democracy - and #DogDays
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On a sunny note...
So far... a 'fair and balanced' cartoon feed today, between florid #TrumpVirus #insanity and 'better angels' of #democracy - and #DogDays
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On a sunny note...
So far... a 'fair and balanced' cartoon feed today, between florid #TrumpVirus #insanity and 'better angels' of #democracy - and #DogDays
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On a sunny note...
So far... a 'fair and balanced' cartoon feed today, between florid #TrumpVirus #insanity and 'better angels' of #democracy - and #DogDays
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On a sunny note...
So far... a 'fair and balanced' cartoon feed today, between florid #TrumpVirus #insanity and 'better angels' of #democracy - and #DogDays
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An talamh fo do chasan — the earth beneath your feet. It hasn't gone anywhere.
What has turned where you are?#Goldenrod #Wildflowers #BloomScrolling #Nature #Phenology #DogDays #Druid #Pagan #EarthBased #Gàidhlig #Seasonal #Cicadas ↳ reply: Today's issue → https://twp.ai/4huef6
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An talamh fo do chasan — the earth beneath your feet. It hasn't gone anywhere.
What has turned where you are?#Goldenrod #Wildflowers #BloomScrolling #Nature #Phenology #DogDays #Druid #Pagan #EarthBased #Gàidhlig #Seasonal #Cicadas ↳ reply: Today's issue → https://twp.ai/4huef6
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An talamh fo do chasan — the earth beneath your feet. It hasn't gone anywhere.
What has turned where you are?#Goldenrod #Wildflowers #BloomScrolling #Nature #Phenology #DogDays #Druid #Pagan #EarthBased #Gàidhlig #Seasonal #Cicadas ↳ reply: Today's issue → https://twp.ai/4huef6
2/2 -
An talamh fo do chasan — the earth beneath your feet. It hasn't gone anywhere.
What has turned where you are?#Goldenrod #Wildflowers #BloomScrolling #Nature #Phenology #DogDays #Druid #Pagan #EarthBased #Gàidhlig #Seasonal #Cicadas ↳ reply: Today's issue → https://twp.ai/4huef6
2/2 -
An talamh fo do chasan — the earth beneath your feet. It hasn't gone anywhere.
What has turned where you are?#Goldenrod #Wildflowers #BloomScrolling #Nature #Phenology #DogDays #Druid #Pagan #EarthBased #Gàidhlig #Seasonal #Cicadas ↳ reply: Today's issue → https://twp.ai/4huef6
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Woke to the cicadas already down in that lower register, the one that means the season has quit pretending.
Goldenrod along every ditch from here to the county line. Tomatoes splitting themselves open from drinking too fast. Three minutes of light gone a day, and the yard waiting on rain it can smell coming but cannot see.
#Goldenrod #Wildflowers #BloomScrolling #Nature #Phenology #DogDays #Druid #Pagan #EarthBased #Gàidhlig #Seasonal #Cicadas1/2
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Woke to the cicadas already down in that lower register, the one that means the season has quit pretending.
Goldenrod along every ditch from here to the county line. Tomatoes splitting themselves open from drinking too fast. Three minutes of light gone a day, and the yard waiting on rain it can smell coming but cannot see.
#Goldenrod #Wildflowers #BloomScrolling #Nature #Phenology #DogDays #Druid #Pagan #EarthBased #Gàidhlig #Seasonal #Cicadas1/2
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Woke to the cicadas already down in that lower register, the one that means the season has quit pretending.
Goldenrod along every ditch from here to the county line. Tomatoes splitting themselves open from drinking too fast. Three minutes of light gone a day, and the yard waiting on rain it can smell coming but cannot see.
#Goldenrod #Wildflowers #BloomScrolling #Nature #Phenology #DogDays #Druid #Pagan #EarthBased #Gàidhlig #Seasonal #Cicadas1/2
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Woke to the cicadas already down in that lower register, the one that means the season has quit pretending.
Goldenrod along every ditch from here to the county line. Tomatoes splitting themselves open from drinking too fast. Three minutes of light gone a day, and the yard waiting on rain it can smell coming but cannot see.
#Goldenrod #Wildflowers #BloomScrolling #Nature #Phenology #DogDays #Druid #Pagan #EarthBased #Gàidhlig #Seasonal #Cicadas1/2
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Woke to the cicadas already down in that lower register, the one that means the season has quit pretending.
Goldenrod along every ditch from here to the county line. Tomatoes splitting themselves open from drinking too fast. Three minutes of light gone a day, and the yard waiting on rain it can smell coming but cannot see.
#Goldenrod #Wildflowers #BloomScrolling #Nature #Phenology #DogDays #Druid #Pagan #EarthBased #Gàidhlig #Seasonal #Cicadas1/2
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The name 'ankoro-mochi' (あんころ餅) is thought to have originated from 'ankoromo-mochi' (餡衣餅), lit. 'mochi clothed in bean jam':
🫘'an' (餡 'bean paste')
🎎'koromo' (衣 'garment')
🍚'mochi' (餅 'rice cake') -
The name 'ankoro-mochi' (あんころ餅) is thought to have originated from 'ankoromo-mochi' (餡衣餅), lit. 'mochi clothed in bean jam':
🫘'an' (餡 'bean paste')
🎎'koromo' (衣 'garment')
🍚'mochi' (餅 'rice cake') -
The name 'ankoro-mochi' (あんころ餅) is thought to have originated from 'ankoromo-mochi' (餡衣餅), lit. 'mochi clothed in bean jam':
🫘'an' (餡 'bean paste')
🎎'koromo' (衣 'garment')
🍚'mochi' (餅 'rice cake') -
The name 'ankoro-mochi' (あんころ餅) is thought to have originated from 'ankoromo-mochi' (餡衣餅), lit. 'mochi clothed in bean jam':
🫘'an' (餡 'bean paste')
🎎'koromo' (衣 'garment')
🍚'mochi' (餅 'rice cake') -
The name 'ankoro-mochi' (あんころ餅) is thought to have originated from 'ankoromo-mochi' (餡衣餅), lit. 'mochi clothed in bean jam':
🫘'an' (餡 'bean paste')
🎎'koromo' (衣 'garment')
🍚'mochi' (餅 'rice cake') -
Woke before the AC kicked on & lay there listening to the first cicada of the year wind itself up in the mimosa — that long metallic prayer that means the dog days are coming whether we consented or not.
Tha an teas a' lasadh — the heat is burning. Mind your water today.
#DogDays #Summer #EarthBased #Druid #Nature #Gaelic #ScottishGaelic #QueerWitch #Mindfulness #Solidarity #Pagan
Full issue → https://twp.ai/4htIlp
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Woke before the AC kicked on & lay there listening to the first cicada of the year wind itself up in the mimosa — that long metallic prayer that means the dog days are coming whether we consented or not.
Tha an teas a' lasadh — the heat is burning. Mind your water today.
#DogDays #Summer #EarthBased #Druid #Nature #Gaelic #ScottishGaelic #QueerWitch #Mindfulness #Solidarity #Pagan
Full issue → https://twp.ai/4htIlp
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Woke before the AC kicked on & lay there listening to the first cicada of the year wind itself up in the mimosa — that long metallic prayer that means the dog days are coming whether we consented or not.
Tha an teas a' lasadh — the heat is burning. Mind your water today.
#DogDays #Summer #EarthBased #Druid #Nature #Gaelic #ScottishGaelic #QueerWitch #Mindfulness #Solidarity #Pagan
Full issue → https://twp.ai/4htIlp
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Woke before the AC kicked on & lay there listening to the first cicada of the year wind itself up in the mimosa — that long metallic prayer that means the dog days are coming whether we consented or not.
Tha an teas a' lasadh — the heat is burning. Mind your water today.
#DogDays #Summer #EarthBased #Druid #Nature #Gaelic #ScottishGaelic #QueerWitch #Mindfulness #Solidarity #Pagan
Full issue → https://twp.ai/4htIlp
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Woke before the AC kicked on & lay there listening to the first cicada of the year wind itself up in the mimosa — that long metallic prayer that means the dog days are coming whether we consented or not.
Tha an teas a' lasadh — the heat is burning. Mind your water today.
#DogDays #Summer #EarthBased #Druid #Nature #Gaelic #ScottishGaelic #QueerWitch #Mindfulness #Solidarity #Pagan
Full issue → https://twp.ai/4htIlp
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The #DogDays began #OnThisDay according to the Old Farmer’s Almanac.
For those learned in medieval medicine and astronomy, the dog days of July heralded dangerous times.
🔓 This archive article is free for 7 days
https://www.historytoday.com/archive/out-margins/dog-days-medieval-summer
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The #DogDays began #OnThisDay according to the Old Farmer’s Almanac.
For those learned in medieval medicine and astronomy, the dog days of July heralded dangerous times.
🔓 This archive article is free for 7 days
https://www.historytoday.com/archive/out-margins/dog-days-medieval-summer
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The #DogDays began #OnThisDay according to the Old Farmer’s Almanac.
For those learned in medieval medicine and astronomy, the dog days of July heralded dangerous times.
🔓 This archive article is free for 7 days
https://www.historytoday.com/archive/out-margins/dog-days-medieval-summer
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The #DogDays began #OnThisDay according to the Old Farmer’s Almanac.
For those learned in medieval medicine and astronomy, the dog days of July heralded dangerous times.
🔓 This archive article is free for 7 days
https://www.historytoday.com/archive/out-margins/dog-days-medieval-summer
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The #DogDays began #OnThisDay according to the Old Farmer’s Almanac.
For those learned in medieval medicine and astronomy, the dog days of July heralded dangerous times.
🔓 This archive article is free for 7 days
https://www.historytoday.com/archive/out-margins/dog-days-medieval-summer
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July 2026
July arrives, as usual, with one foot in the long grass and the other in a thundercloud.
This is the month of high summer, of heavy roses, restless skies, ripening fruit and strange light lingering late over the fields. It is a month that feels deceptively ordinary until you look at it sideways. Then the old signs begin to appear.
The swifts and swallows are screaming above the rooftops, the bees are drunk on clover, the hedgerows are thickening into green walls and the first whisper of harvest is waiting just behind the heat shimmer.
In the old almanacs, July was never just a month of sunshine. July was a month of watching. Watch the sky. Watch the crops. Watch the animals…
Watch the weather on St Swithin’s Day, because tradition says that if rain falls on 15 July, it will fall for forty days after. The story is tied to St Swithin of Winchester, whose bones were moved in 971, bringing, according to legend, a long and mournful storm. Whether saintly displeasure or simple English weather, the warning remains: never trust July just because it smiles.
The moon, too, keeps her own calendar. After the late June full moon, July wanes into darkness, with the new moon falling on 14 July, the first quarter on 21 July, and the full Buck Moon rising on 29 July.
In folklore, the Buck Moon belongs to antlers, growth, heat and wild strength – a fitting lantern for a month when the natural world seems almost too alive.
By mid-month, the Dog Days begin to settle over the land. Older English reckoning placed them from early July into August, when Sirius, the Dog Star, was associated with heat, fever, tempers, storms and madness.
These were the days when milk soured quickly, dogs were watched carefully, and people blamed the sky for all manner of human foolishness.
And then, just as the month begins to tip towards August, the heavens start throwing sparks. The Southern Delta Aquariids run from 12 July to 23 August, peaking around 30 July, while the Perseids begin stirring from 17 July onwards.
July, then, ends not quietly, but with meteors – small fragments of ancient debris burning bright above fields, rooftops and sleeping towns.
For me, languishing in the heat of Mysterious Towers, surrounded by rapidly growing felines and with nary a breeze to shift the accumulated kitten hair on the keyboard of my laptop, July feels like a waiting month.
We stand between the bright folklore of midsummer and the darker pull of late summer – harvest ghosts, haunted roads, old crimes, strange beasts in the fields, and the first faint shadow of autumn hiding beneath the green.
So this month, we will be looking backwards and sideways into old legends, unsolved mysteries and the strange little stories that cling to places long after the official histories have moved on.
Because July may be golden. But gold, as every old tale reminds us, is rarely innocent.
Stay Curious 🙂
#BuckMoon #DogDays #July2026 #MeteorShowers #Perseids #SouthernDeltaAquariids #StSwithensDay -
July 2026
July arrives, as usual, with one foot in the long grass and the other in a thundercloud.
This is the month of high summer, of heavy roses, restless skies, ripening fruit and strange light lingering late over the fields. It is a month that feels deceptively ordinary until you look at it sideways. Then the old signs begin to appear.
The swifts and swallows are screaming above the rooftops, the bees are drunk on clover, the hedgerows are thickening into green walls and the first whisper of harvest is waiting just behind the heat shimmer.
In the old almanacs, July was never just a month of sunshine. July was a month of watching. Watch the sky. Watch the crops. Watch the animals…
Watch the weather on St Swithin’s Day, because tradition says that if rain falls on 15 July, it will fall for forty days after. The story is tied to St Swithin of Winchester, whose bones were moved in 971, bringing, according to legend, a long and mournful storm. Whether saintly displeasure or simple English weather, the warning remains: never trust July just because it smiles.
The moon, too, keeps her own calendar. After the late June full moon, July wanes into darkness, with the new moon falling on 14 July, the first quarter on 21 July, and the full Buck Moon rising on 29 July.
In folklore, the Buck Moon belongs to antlers, growth, heat and wild strength – a fitting lantern for a month when the natural world seems almost too alive.
By mid-month, the Dog Days begin to settle over the land. Older English reckoning placed them from early July into August, when Sirius, the Dog Star, was associated with heat, fever, tempers, storms and madness.
These were the days when milk soured quickly, dogs were watched carefully, and people blamed the sky for all manner of human foolishness.
And then, just as the month begins to tip towards August, the heavens start throwing sparks. The Southern Delta Aquariids run from 12 July to 23 August, peaking around 30 July, while the Perseids begin stirring from 17 July onwards.
July, then, ends not quietly, but with meteors – small fragments of ancient debris burning bright above fields, rooftops and sleeping towns.
For me, languishing in the heat of Mysterious Towers, surrounded by rapidly growing felines and with nary a breeze to shift the accumulated kitten hair on the keyboard of my laptop, July feels like a waiting month.
We stand between the bright folklore of midsummer and the darker pull of late summer – harvest ghosts, haunted roads, old crimes, strange beasts in the fields, and the first faint shadow of autumn hiding beneath the green.
So this month, we will be looking backwards and sideways into old legends, unsolved mysteries and the strange little stories that cling to places long after the official histories have moved on.
Because July may be golden. But gold, as every old tale reminds us, is rarely innocent.
Stay Curious 🙂
#BuckMoon #DogDays #July2026 #MeteorShowers #Perseids #SouthernDeltaAquariids #StSwithensDay -
July 2026
July arrives, as usual, with one foot in the long grass and the other in a thundercloud.
This is the month of high summer, of heavy roses, restless skies, ripening fruit and strange light lingering late over the fields. It is a month that feels deceptively ordinary until you look at it sideways. Then the old signs begin to appear.
The swifts and swallows are screaming above the rooftops, the bees are drunk on clover, the hedgerows are thickening into green walls and the first whisper of harvest is waiting just behind the heat shimmer.
In the old almanacs, July was never just a month of sunshine. July was a month of watching. Watch the sky. Watch the crops. Watch the animals…
Watch the weather on St Swithin’s Day, because tradition says that if rain falls on 15 July, it will fall for forty days after. The story is tied to St Swithin of Winchester, whose bones were moved in 971, bringing, according to legend, a long and mournful storm. Whether saintly displeasure or simple English weather, the warning remains: never trust July just because it smiles.
The moon, too, keeps her own calendar. After the late June full moon, July wanes into darkness, with the new moon falling on 14 July, the first quarter on 21 July, and the full Buck Moon rising on 29 July.
In folklore, the Buck Moon belongs to antlers, growth, heat and wild strength – a fitting lantern for a month when the natural world seems almost too alive.
By mid-month, the Dog Days begin to settle over the land. Older English reckoning placed them from early July into August, when Sirius, the Dog Star, was associated with heat, fever, tempers, storms and madness.
These were the days when milk soured quickly, dogs were watched carefully, and people blamed the sky for all manner of human foolishness.
And then, just as the month begins to tip towards August, the heavens start throwing sparks. The Southern Delta Aquariids run from 12 July to 23 August, peaking around 30 July, while the Perseids begin stirring from 17 July onwards.
July, then, ends not quietly, but with meteors – small fragments of ancient debris burning bright above fields, rooftops and sleeping towns.
For me, languishing in the heat of Mysterious Towers, surrounded by rapidly growing felines and with nary a breeze to shift the accumulated kitten hair on the keyboard of my laptop, July feels like a waiting month.
We stand between the bright folklore of midsummer and the darker pull of late summer – harvest ghosts, haunted roads, old crimes, strange beasts in the fields, and the first faint shadow of autumn hiding beneath the green.
So this month, we will be looking backwards and sideways into old legends, unsolved mysteries and the strange little stories that cling to places long after the official histories have moved on.
Because July may be golden. But gold, as every old tale reminds us, is rarely innocent.
Stay Curious 🙂
#BuckMoon #DogDays #July2026 #MeteorShowers #Perseids #SouthernDeltaAquariids #StSwithensDay -
July 2026
July arrives, as usual, with one foot in the long grass and the other in a thundercloud.
This is the month of high summer, of heavy roses, restless skies, ripening fruit and strange light lingering late over the fields. It is a month that feels deceptively ordinary until you look at it sideways. Then the old signs begin to appear.
The swifts and swallows are screaming above the rooftops, the bees are drunk on clover, the hedgerows are thickening into green walls and the first whisper of harvest is waiting just behind the heat shimmer.
In the old almanacs, July was never just a month of sunshine. July was a month of watching. Watch the sky. Watch the crops. Watch the animals…
Watch the weather on St Swithin’s Day, because tradition says that if rain falls on 15 July, it will fall for forty days after. The story is tied to St Swithin of Winchester, whose bones were moved in 971, bringing, according to legend, a long and mournful storm. Whether saintly displeasure or simple English weather, the warning remains: never trust July just because it smiles.
The moon, too, keeps her own calendar. After the late June full moon, July wanes into darkness, with the new moon falling on 14 July, the first quarter on 21 July, and the full Buck Moon rising on 29 July.
In folklore, the Buck Moon belongs to antlers, growth, heat and wild strength – a fitting lantern for a month when the natural world seems almost too alive.
By mid-month, the Dog Days begin to settle over the land. Older English reckoning placed them from early July into August, when Sirius, the Dog Star, was associated with heat, fever, tempers, storms and madness.
These were the days when milk soured quickly, dogs were watched carefully, and people blamed the sky for all manner of human foolishness.
And then, just as the month begins to tip towards August, the heavens start throwing sparks. The Southern Delta Aquariids run from 12 July to 23 August, peaking around 30 July, while the Perseids begin stirring from 17 July onwards.
July, then, ends not quietly, but with meteors – small fragments of ancient debris burning bright above fields, rooftops and sleeping towns.
For me, languishing in the heat of Mysterious Towers, surrounded by rapidly growing felines and with nary a breeze to shift the accumulated kitten hair on the keyboard of my laptop, July feels like a waiting month.
We stand between the bright folklore of midsummer and the darker pull of late summer – harvest ghosts, haunted roads, old crimes, strange beasts in the fields, and the first faint shadow of autumn hiding beneath the green.
So this month, we will be looking backwards and sideways into old legends, unsolved mysteries and the strange little stories that cling to places long after the official histories have moved on.
Because July may be golden. But gold, as every old tale reminds us, is rarely innocent.
Stay Curious 🙂
#BuckMoon #DogDays #July2026 #MeteorShowers #Perseids #SouthernDeltaAquariids #StSwithensDay -
July 2026
July arrives, as usual, with one foot in the long grass and the other in a thundercloud.
This is the month of high summer, of heavy roses, restless skies, ripening fruit and strange light lingering late over the fields. It is a month that feels deceptively ordinary until you look at it sideways. Then the old signs begin to appear.
The swifts and swallows are screaming above the rooftops, the bees are drunk on clover, the hedgerows are thickening into green walls and the first whisper of harvest is waiting just behind the heat shimmer.
In the old almanacs, July was never just a month of sunshine. July was a month of watching. Watch the sky. Watch the crops. Watch the animals…
Watch the weather on St Swithin’s Day, because tradition says that if rain falls on 15 July, it will fall for forty days after. The story is tied to St Swithin of Winchester, whose bones were moved in 971, bringing, according to legend, a long and mournful storm. Whether saintly displeasure or simple English weather, the warning remains: never trust July just because it smiles.
The moon, too, keeps her own calendar. After the late June full moon, July wanes into darkness, with the new moon falling on 14 July, the first quarter on 21 July, and the full Buck Moon rising on 29 July.
In folklore, the Buck Moon belongs to antlers, growth, heat and wild strength – a fitting lantern for a month when the natural world seems almost too alive.
By mid-month, the Dog Days begin to settle over the land. Older English reckoning placed them from early July into August, when Sirius, the Dog Star, was associated with heat, fever, tempers, storms and madness.
These were the days when milk soured quickly, dogs were watched carefully, and people blamed the sky for all manner of human foolishness.
And then, just as the month begins to tip towards August, the heavens start throwing sparks. The Southern Delta Aquariids run from 12 July to 23 August, peaking around 30 July, while the Perseids begin stirring from 17 July onwards.
July, then, ends not quietly, but with meteors – small fragments of ancient debris burning bright above fields, rooftops and sleeping towns.
For me, languishing in the heat of Mysterious Towers, surrounded by rapidly growing felines and with nary a breeze to shift the accumulated kitten hair on the keyboard of my laptop, July feels like a waiting month.
We stand between the bright folklore of midsummer and the darker pull of late summer – harvest ghosts, haunted roads, old crimes, strange beasts in the fields, and the first faint shadow of autumn hiding beneath the green.
So this month, we will be looking backwards and sideways into old legends, unsolved mysteries and the strange little stories that cling to places long after the official histories have moved on.
Because July may be golden. But gold, as every old tale reminds us, is rarely innocent.
Stay Curious 🙂
#BuckMoon #DogDays #July2026 #MeteorShowers #Perseids #SouthernDeltaAquariids #StSwithensDay -
“ #岡村靖幸 #DogDays #瞬発的に恋しよう” / “岡村靖幸「Dog Days」Official Music Video” (3 users) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TcfpIlROgw8 #マストドン音楽好き部 #fedibird
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1975 was, on many levels, a very good year.
For #Music #culture #civilization #peace #hope & many a legend, in film, literature, sports, science, rights...
HAPPY 50th ANNIVERSARY!
Coincidentally reminded of a favorite band in that era - and I know many 'here' weren't alive! Maybe 'new'.
Good times. Then and now (for some?)
But sometimes,
"It Just Ain't Your Moon"
#Music #RockHistory #1975 #ClassicRock #AtlantaRhythmSection #musica #musique #musik #DogDays
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1975 was, on many levels, a very good year.
For #Music #culture #civilization #peace #hope & many a legend, in film, literature, sports, science, rights...
HAPPY 50th ANNIVERSARY!
Coincidentally reminded of a favorite band in that era - and I know many 'here' weren't alive! Maybe 'new'.
Good times. Then and now (for some?)
But sometimes,
"It Just Ain't Your Moon"
#Music #RockHistory #1975 #ClassicRock #AtlantaRhythmSection #musica #musique #musik #DogDays
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1975 was, on many levels, a very good year.
For #Music #culture #civilization #peace #hope & many a legend, in film, literature, sports, science, rights...
HAPPY 50th ANNIVERSARY!
Coincidentally reminded of a favorite band in that era - and I know many 'here' weren't alive! Maybe 'new'.
Good times. Then and now (for some?)
But sometimes,
"It Just Ain't Your Moon"
#Music #RockHistory #1975 #ClassicRock #AtlantaRhythmSection #musica #musique #musik #DogDays
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1975 was, on many levels, a very good year.
For #Music #culture #civilization #peace #hope & many a legend, in film, literature, sports, science, rights...
HAPPY 50th ANNIVERSARY!
Coincidentally reminded of a favorite band in that era - and I know many 'here' weren't alive! Maybe 'new'.
Good times. Then and now (for some?)
But sometimes,
"It Just Ain't Your Moon"
#Music #RockHistory #1975 #ClassicRock #AtlantaRhythmSection #musica #musique #musik #DogDays
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1975 was, on many levels, a very good year.
For #Music #culture #civilization #peace #hope & many a legend, in film, literature, sports, science, rights...
HAPPY 50th ANNIVERSARY!
Coincidentally reminded of a favorite band in that era - and I know many 'here' weren't alive! Maybe 'new'.
Good times. Then and now (for some?)
But sometimes,
"It Just Ain't Your Moon"
#Music #RockHistory #1975 #ClassicRock #AtlantaRhythmSection #musica #musique #musik #DogDays
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