

Inside the three strange hares circle the CD deftly as the music plays...

Oak twigs entwine with lyrics...
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Old riddles are unravelled by the four winds...

And the four musicians look on proudly...


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Rima Staines
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10:31 am
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Tags: album artwork, an english arcanum, folk music, folklore, pencil drawing, telling the bees, tinner's hares
THE NIGHT has begun to nibble at the tail ends of the days more and more, so that at 5 o'clock the chickens have retired to their coop and our lanterns must be lit - we are getting through lamp oil faster than ever.
The walk through the woods to the village is auburn now, and beautiful in its shedding.
November is here, and with it comes a new Once Upon O'Clock! This one is for Tess, a dear lady who ruminates inquiringly on a miscellany of spiritual paths and ideas over at her excellent blog Anchors & Masts. Tess asked me to make her a clock to celebrate her stepping into the autumnal phase of her life. She asked for a white haired wise woman in a forest or a cave mouth, and stars and moon, she asked for regenerative ivy, and colours of autumn, with a hint of winter. This crone-clock was a lovely commission, and I hope I have managed to make what Tess hoped for. The white-haired woman opens a round door in the roots to an Underground Place. What magics take place there we can only guess at by the smoking of the chimney. Perhaps it is the root-door to time itself?
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Rima Staines
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3:25 pm
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Tags: apples, autumn, chestnuts, clock, clockmaking, forest, november, wise woman, woods