My Shoes Stink..and other tales of terror

Last week, we finally opened the top on the five-gallon barrel of comfrey compost tea. No, it is not tea for me to drink at 4 in the afternoon with a couple of cookies. It is compost for the garden. I’m spending these weeks of not traveling doing all the things...

The Lusty Month of May

  This is woad. Ysatis tinctoria. It’s grown as a dye plant but I use it as a magical oil, to access my inner Pict. Merry May, all!  I’ve spent the day running errands and now it’s too hot outside to work in the garden. That makes it a good day...

Too Long Away

I’m still not back in the swing of blogging, mostly because I need to do it from my phone. I’ve become someone who does so much from that little Android box and don’t open my laptop as much as I should. We are in a helluvan election year and I want...

Some Thoughts on Leadership

There are some interesting things happening in the American Pagan communities right now. (For those of you in those communities, you know this is not an unusual occurrence.) A man running for office in New York has been about on social media, warning of...