In the years before the darkness, the realm was a land of gardens. Its granaries were full, its roads were safe, and in every village they still remembered the old goddess of the orchards, Pomona, who cared for nothing in the world but her trees. She did not hunt or wage war; she pruned, grafted and watered, and the land answered her with harvest.
At the end of every summer she walked the rows herself, a giantess taller than the trees she tended. Her gown was the red of a ripe apple; her crown was woven of white blossom and scarlet ribbon, spring and autumn worn at once. In her hands she carried an old tin watering can.
The strange thing was what she watered. The branches were already bending under their fruit. The harvest was already there. Still she went from tree to tree and poured, slowly and gratefully, as if the trees were thirsty.
That was her secret, and for as long as the realm kept it, the realm was rich. Abundance does not come to those who are waiting for more. It comes to those who already see how much they have, and keep tending it.
"Recognising the good already in your life is the foundation of all abundance. Abundance comes only to those who already have it."
— after Eckhart Tolle
"Whoever does not find what he has to be the height of abundance will remain poor, even as master of the whole world."
— Epicurus
Two faces of one realm. Here is the kingdom in bloom, before the fall. In the Dark Fantasy Saga, Famine walks the same rows.
(Fine Art Photography. Created in 2014.)
