Eliza Daley ~ Wordcraft & Musing on Home & Hope
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
A Full Moon Tale for the Hunter's Moon For many thousands of years of the sun, the people did not fear death. They were not callous or evil. They grieved for lost loves and shed many tears at eternal partings. Nor were they blind. They knew that each breath led on to a last gasp.… Continue reading The Sight
The Hunter's Moon is full at 6:02am (EST) on November 8th, but that's not why this is the blood moon. That appellation is a recent attempt to glamorize a full lunar eclipse which, of course, also happens early tomorrow morning. The moon begins to slide into eclipse at 3:01am EST and is done by 8:58am… Continue reading Blood Moon
'We ask the wrong question when we say, "What will happen after death?" When we speak about the future, we speak of time, but when we die, we leave time behind.' — Tolstoy, on November 7th, Calendar of Wisdom Thoughts?... ©Elizabeth Anker 2022
I am usually behind the times. No help for that. I find my kitchen and garden and books and making and doing far more interesting than much of what passes for au courant. Heck, I find sitting staring out the window far more interesting. Especially if there are crows. So I'm normally not motivated to… Continue reading Unmediated?
By My Solitary Hearth 