Eliza Daley ~ Wordcraft & Musing on Home & Hope
The Dog Days are upon us. For me, this name evokes childhood afternoons spent with my collie, Toby, reading under the fig tree, swimming in river pot-holes, and generally doing as little as possible. I have never loved summer best. I’ve never liked heat. Nor did Toby. We invented all sorts of escapes. Mind you,… Continue reading Dog Days of Summer
It is early July. In my country, we set fire to gunpowder and other explosives wrapped in paper — which are produced almost entirely in extremely hazardous conditions outside of this country — to mimic the actual gunpowder explosions that presumably were the background for the signing of a document that declared this small group… Continue reading On the Existence of Independence
I've got a cold. Haven't had one of these for a while. I forgot how annoying mouth breathing is. In any case, the post on Independence is going to have to wait until the brain fog clears. I want it to be better than it is at the moment, but I just can't get there… Continue reading A Bit of a Wait for Friday
I live in a rural place, a rural place that is known for its cows. There are cheeses that are named specifically for Vermont (though in rather clueless and ambivalent American fashion, there is often a European geographic appellation attached to “Vermont”, as in “Vermont cheddar”). There are dairies up and down all the hills… Continue reading On a Deficiency of Ice Cream Makers
The worst holiday of the year approaches. This is the dog's assessment. I generally concur, only I'm not too into American Thanksgiving either. For sort of similar reasons. I just don't believe in this country's narratives. No, it's worse than that. I don't approve of this country's narratives. I don't like these foundational stories and… Continue reading The Wednesday Word: 30 June 2021
I spent a bit of time with Paul Bunyan for yesterday’s post and realized something: there are quite a large number of appallingly stupid heroes and male deities in EuroWestern traditions. This probably reflects our ideals in ways that maybe we need to analyze. But for now I have a story for you. Imagine if… Continue reading Wise Choice
Paul Bunyan statue in Bangor, Maine. (Wikipedia) It’s that special day in June again. No, not that solstice thing. No, forget graduation. No, not the wedding thing. It’s Paul Bunyan Day! A day to celebrate an absolute idiot who blundered through the north woods, wearing plaid flannel, leading a cow named Babe, and wielding an… Continue reading Paul Bunyan Day
Rooted Lyanda Lynn Haupt Little, Brown Spark: 2021 I discovered Lyanda Lynn Haupt’s book, Rooted, in a new releases list somewhere. Being in a rooted mode these days, I immediately put this book at the top of the reading list. I dove into it a couple days ago, while taking yet another break from Kim… Continue reading Rooted: Review
Churros are restive out there in the darkness. Should probably be concerned. Takes a lot to worry an animal with four horns. Shearing makes them irritable, but not sleepless. Something different out there bothering them. New note to the night air. What is it? Got this old saying tumbling around in my old head. Something… Continue reading Nothing But Blue Skies (Winifred Mumbles)
For 23 June 2021 Last week I received a few more responses, all good. But one made me laugh. And it made me realize I'd put sanctify into a somewhat limiting mind-box. I thought I'd share this submission, particularly for anyone else similarly afflicted. Here is Sanctify by Larry Johnson. Sanctify was a good little… Continue reading The Wednesday Word
By My Solitary Hearth 