Eliza Daley ~ Wordcraft & Musing on Home & Hope
I've always been confused by the idea that there is an economy that is not land-based. Everything comes from the Earth, from the air that we breathe to every single resource we toss into our toolkit. But even a narrow interpretation of the land economy as farming makes no sense. There is no other economy.… Continue reading Owning Earth
17 November 2022 First, here are some pictures of snow from our first storm of the season. These were taken Wednesday morning before it was done dumping. Veg beds under snow Garden path before shovels Perennial beds under snow Flocked arborvitae The inevitable closing of the road out of my neighborhood... only temporary, but still...… Continue reading The Daily
16 November 2022 I learned a fun medical thing today. Once COVID has had its way with your internal organs, apparently any infection that causes inflammation can trigger echoes of COVID. I started to think that this might be the case when I had strep and it felt disturbingly like the COVID I'd just shaken… Continue reading The Daily
15 November 2022 Here we are half-way through November. You what that means? (Apart from we're half-way through November!!!) It's time to plant those amaryllis bulbs if you want blooms for the holidays. Most will need about six weeks to flower. Place the bulbs in rich soil with only about one third of the bulb… Continue reading The Daily
14 November 2022 Hurricanes have all moved on to Greenland. Today is going to be cold here, with a high below freezing. So... winter. Tomorrow, the snow moves in. The forecast is now up to 4 inches falling over Tuesday and Wednesday. Mostly overnight on Tuesday. I don't know if this snow will stay for… Continue reading The Daily
Welcome to The Daily Daley! It may not prove to be daily, but it will certainly take up the slack that social media's implosion is creating in my writing life. Here will be snippets of weather, of gardening and cooking, of myth and folklore and history. Here will be my equivalent of funny cat pictures… Continue reading The Daily, 13 November 22
These happened last night as I was listening to the crows settling down on a rainy evening. i remember... in the velvet grey of november as time slows to purpling twilight bridging firm here and phantom yesteryear these silver airs softly falling into tomorrows as songs of firebirds rising to greet the stars as like… Continue reading November Poems
On November 11th at 11 in the morning, we practice a moment of silence for two minutes to remember the day we reached an accord and agreed to lay down arms after the brutality of World War 1. A century ago we stopped fighting. Soldiers came home. It was a time very like this. A… Continue reading Martinmas
Demon Copperhead Barbara Kingsolver Harper, 2022 I preordered Barbara Kingsolver’s latest book from our local bookstore because that’s just something I do, buy Barbara Kingsolver books. I had no idea what this one was about, had only a vague notion on the title, didn’t much care. I’ve never been disappointed by her writing. And I… Continue reading Demon Copperhead & an Idea
Today is the last day that my part of the world will see more than nine hours of sunlight in a day. Nearly all plants need at least that much light to generate more energy than they use when active. Even in a greenhouse, growth will be negligible for the next few months, unless you… Continue reading Last Nine-hour Day
By My Solitary Hearth 