by Robert Louis Stevenson
The gardener does not love to talk,
He makes me keep the gravel walk;
And when he puts his tools away,
He locks the door and takes the key.
Away behind the currant row
Where no one else but cook may go,
Far in the plots, I see him dig,
Old and serious, brown and big.
He digs the flowers, green, red, and blue,
Nor wishes to be spoken to.
He digs the flowers and cuts the hay,
And never seems to want to play.
Silly gardener! summer goes,
And winter comes with pinching toes,
When in the garden bare and brown
You must lay your barrow down.
Well now, and while the summer stays,
To profit by these garden days
O how much wiser you would be
To play at Indian wars with me!
After the week I’ve had I think it might be a night to watch Fried Green Tomatoes if just to watch Kathy Bates and the parking lot seen. I feel the need to yell “Towanda!”
The Greenman is generous in his bestowal of creative, fertile energy and he will move you to a new confident a assertive dynamism. This is a time of both giving and receiving the natural flow of life both inwardly and outwardly.
Be prepared to find a new and thriving drive to begin projects, relationships and even new ways of living your life and fulfilling your world.
Now is the time to experience being a the apex of the cycle of life.
Enjoy it! The Greenman like the Greenwoman balances position with love, and radiates this outwards for the benefit of others.
They are the guardians of others, mediators between the spiritual, the natural and the human, hence the original titles, The Emperor and The Empress.
Ideally their stable abundance is shared with their community for the good of the land, with an empowered heart. A sharing without arrogance. A kind and forceful personality. A good and responsible father. A speaker of truth on behalf of the land.
Sometimes the Greenman and Greenwoman live ‘in their heads’ alienated from the realities of life outside their own world, not wanting to face the shaky foundations of their lives; when these cracks can be suppressed no longer, the fall comes in The Blasted Oak.