Eliza Daley ~ Wordcraft & Musing on Home & Hope
The Old Farmer's Almanac says today is National Farmer's Day. I think this ought to be the bank holiday we celebrate in October, maybe in conjunction with Indigenous Peoples' Day — because farming for food is largely an indigenous project. (As opposed to farming for wealth, which is a colonizer project.) I have my differences… Continue reading The Daily: 12 October 2023
A Brief Literary Exhortation You will want to go find a copy of Starling House by Alix Harrow. You may want to buy this perfect rendition of the Southern Gothic because you will likely read it two or three times in quick succession and then come back to it several months hence, to savor such… Continue reading The Daily: 10 October 2023
My garden has a hummingbird! I'm fairly sure she's just passing through. I'm fairly sure she is a she, being a rather nondescript tiny greenish thing with feathers. Truthfully, she is very small, even for a hummingbird, so she may be a juvenile ruby-throat. I hope she's scouting out my yard for nesting possibilities next… Continue reading The Daily: 2 October 2023
Happy Mabon? Is it possible to unselfconsciously use the Wiccan-derived names for the quarter days? Because I can’t seem to get there. For the third quarter day of the year, they chose a rather obscure deity as their name for the holiday. I couldn’t say what the Welsh Mabon, or Maponos, the perpetually young Son… Continue reading The Daily: 23 September 2023
The sun passes the ecliptic tomorrow at 2:50am (EDT). This is the autumnal equinox. By now, those of you who tolerate my blathering know that this is not the true equinox since that day of equal length for night and day is dependent on latitude. Here where I live, day length is closest to 12… Continue reading The Daily: 22 September 2023
My post on the hygge garden sort of tipped over into esoterica before I could talk about an actual garden. In my defense, I was very tired. I was also writing in WordPress which tends to get very buggy and slow at about 1000 words. It's hard to complete any thoughts when the text you… Continue reading The Daily: 20 September 2023
It took all week and a herculean assist from both my sons, but the basement is scoured bare and free of stench. An unexpected consequence of dumping a couple hundred square feet of stuff, mostly wooden shelves full of books, is that I feel lighter. I am not ready to embrace making trash of one's… Continue reading The Daily: 19 September 2023
My intention was to banish the mold from my basement, complete with formal exorcism ritual, before the Blueberry Moon went dark (14 September at 9:40pm, for those keeping track). That did not happen. Well into the new Harvest Moon, the Dumpster is still squatting in my driveway to be picked up later today. But the… Continue reading The Daily: 18 September 2023
I'm on vacation from my wage job this week. Initially, I thought that meant I would have more time to write. However, there are just too many things that need to be done. Some are good — more garden time! Some are not so good — the latest and greatest round of basement mold needs… Continue reading The Daily: Break Time
No electricity last night, for a rather disturbingly long time, even after the violent weather passed. So I had no time to edit. I gave up on this essay and went to bed. Maybe next week... Though I also found more mold... Cheers, Eliza
By My Solitary Hearth 