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Hazel

H for Hazel

I went out to the hazelwood
because a fire was in my head.
The Song of Wandering Aengus
- W.B. Yeats


Well I went out to Kuala Lumpur
because I was such a crackling dormouse for two days
a nibbling nut
I so forgot
to take a shot
of the tower.

The hazel might be said to be the quintessential Celtic tree because of its legendary position at the heart of the Otherworld

Expansive during the Mesolithic
effects of its brew are said to be psychotropic
It endows Druids with powers prophetic, 
and now before I wax poetic
what I really mean is
it is as a tree
that I love my namesake
best.


This post is linked with ABC Wednesday.
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  1. Roger Owen GreenSeptember 7, 2011 at 5:07 PM

    ah, a mystical tree
    ROG, ABC Wednesday team

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  2. chubskulitSeptember 7, 2011 at 9:36 PM

    This week's letter is perfect for ya sis. The linky is up for nostalgia if you want to join.. mwah!

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  3. CarverSeptember 8, 2011 at 12:48 AM

    Great shot and post for the letter H. I love the moss growing around the hazel tree you pictured here.

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  4. JoySeptember 8, 2011 at 3:45 AM

    The tree of wisdom, and I seem to think creativity.

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  5. RajeshSeptember 8, 2011 at 7:33 AM

    Very cool.

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