Between Nejd and Nafud

Nejd Nafud

In the Nejd and Nafud deserts, it was these sand dune beauties that called…that seemed to be the emissaries of the Empty Quarter, the Rub Al Khali, the world’s largest contiguous sand desert, located in the southern Arabian Peninsula, to the south east of the Asir Mountains and north of Yemen and Oman.

In the 1980s, while living and working in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, I travelled the triangle from Jeddah to Riyadh to Medina, touching the edges of the Nejd and Nafud deserts, and then via the Red Sea coast back to Jeddah.  There were always somewhere in the landscape…sand dunes–not always continuous but amongst rocky plains and stony mountains, sand dunes tucked here and there.

Somehow these sand dune emissaries had moved north on their own from the Empty Quarter, and I must say–they began as magnetic attractions for my eyes.

But also their landscape stories, their landscape reputations became magnetic attractions through the ears as heard by St. John Philby, Bertram Thomas, Richard Francis Burton, Wilfred Thesiger, Gertrude Bell and T.E. Lawrence–all authors, all travelers, all mesmerized into their own Arabian Peninsula sand dune desert explorations.

Secrets of Rejuvenation

Rejuvenation in the Northern hemisphere autumn–why not?

Looking for landscape journeys…

…a distant view that promises journeys of discovery…future opportunities…

…a distant view that promises journeys of discovery…future opportunities…

Like certain batteries, I need to recharge–I need rejuvenation from time to time.

Plants, gardens and landscapes, from time to time, in any season, have that magic combination, that secret of rejuvenation.

…that distant view that promises journeys of discovery…

…that distant view that promises journeys of discovery…

…that distant view that promises journeys of discovery…

…that distant view that promises journeys of discovery…

…that close inspection that promises journeys of discovery…

…that close inspection that promises journeys of discovery…

…that close inspection that promises journeys of discovery…

…that close inspection that promises journeys of discovery…

…that close inspection that promises journeys of discovery…

…that close inspection that promises journeys of discovery…

…that promise of a short walk, a journey of discovery…

…that promise of a short walk, a journey of discovery…

…that promise of a short walk, a journey of discovery…

…that promise of a short walk, a journey of discovery…

…that beauty of past, present and promise of future…

…that beauty of past, present and promise of future…

When I find all of these in a one hour walk, I have been rejuvenated.

Ahem–but, excuse me, Mr. Writer–do you have any skin in this game?  Do you grow plants?  Do you farm?  Or are you just one of those nouveau naturalists?

Myths…and…fairy tales…

 

Amanita muscaria pushing up from the forest floor.

Amanita muscaria pushing up from the forest floor.

On the northern hemisphere forest floors, this is the season to discover and examine mushrooms and toadstools.

Mushrooms are edible fungal growths taking the form of domed cap on a stalk, while toadstools are similar but traditionally poisonous.  This world of the forest floor is a dangerous place for casual and naive human visitors.  Beware.

Amanita muscaria from underneath…now where is that dwarf?

Amanita muscaria from underneath…now where is that dwarf?

With its bright red, white-spotted cap the fly agaric (Amanita muscaria) has delighted people since time immemorial.  It is inedible (with a psychoactive asterisk, a risk) and yet considered one of the most attractive and most familiar species of fungi–a subject of many myths and fairy tales–valued also as a good luck charm.

Its white-spotted, red cap covers the head of a dwarf who carries out all sorts of mysterious activities in the forest.

Correct me if I am wrong but anyone who has silently walked through a rich, multi-layered forest knows that there are movements that strangely occur…movements on the edge or just beyond the capacity of our senses.  Algernon Blackwood’s short stories examine those areas.

I’ll say no more.  But I would appreciate the comments from readers who themselves have experienced, in the forest, that which cannot be explained.

Landscapeyness

I like the essential lightness in this word:  landscapeyness.

In real life, I find lightness both in landscapes and also in gardens. Among their many aspects, I like them for their landscapeyness.

Landscapes and gardens–this ultimate pair of two syllable words–each carrying an immeasurable gravitas buried within the burls of all human civilizations–each twisting and turning through the world’s cultures and around and through the time lines of human history–twisting and turning, forming and reforming, always in a deep harmony.

Can landscapeyness and deep harmony co-exist? Of course!  Look at these images brimming with landscapeyness and deep harmony.

These images are SchnerenSchnit (German). SchnerenSchnit is scissors cut–the art and craft of cutting paper.  It has been practiced in Swiss mountain villages before modern media, and continues on in some places still today.  I have included these images of ScherenSchnit because they demonstrate the skeins, the threads, the cellulose, that connect and combine landscapeyness and deep harmony into an almost transcendental relationship between people and plants, gardens and landscapes.

Shelter, water, work, nurture, people, craft, landscape…

Shelter, water, work, nurture, people, craft, landscape…

Forest, animals, people, nurture, rest, music, landscape…

Forest, animals, people, nurture, rest, music, landscape…

Flowers, forest, animals, children, parents, play, nurture, landscape…

Flowers, forest, animals, children, parents, play, nurture, landscape…

Flowers, forest, family, shelter, animals, people, nurture, landscape…

Flowers, forest, family, shelter, animals, people, nurture, landscape…

The tree of life…

The tree of life…

Now why did we move to the city?  What are we missing in the city?