Eliza Daley ~ Wordcraft & Musing on Home & Hope
I'm on too many mailing lists again. Every year around this time, I realize that I've been inadvertently subscribed to dozens of notifications, most of which I never open. I notice this at the end of December because every last one of them is asking for money. Also, every last one of them apparently feels… Continue reading The Daily: 31 December 2024
St Andrew's Day St Andrew by Artus Wolffurt (1581-1641) Today is St Andrew's Day. Andrew, whose name means simply "a man" (though it can also be glossed as "virile" or "manly"), was the brother of St Peter. Both were fishermen and, as such, were part of the backbone of the local economy. He is imagined… Continue reading The Daily: 30 November 2024
The Blueberry Moon went dark at 9:56pm last night. Today, the sickle Harvest Moon follows the sun into the western horizon. The Harvest Moon is full on 17 September at 10:34pm. Moonrise so close to the full will be a lovely sight, but at its fullest it will be dimmed. This year in North America… Continue reading The Daily: 3 September 2024
The Daily for 4 April 2024: Things To Look Forward To and a Wednesday Word
A Miraculous Weather Update After weeks of darkness, the skies are absolutely clear today! Praise be! There will be eclipse viewing in Vermont! 2017 Total Solar Eclipse (NASA/Carla Thomas) It's finally here! The last full solar eclipse to pass over my part of the world in my lifetime, maybe in the lifetime of anybody currently… Continue reading The Daily: 8 April 2024
So let me tell you about my week... Ok, maybe not. Suffice it to say that two feet of spring snow derailed all carefully laid eclipse-viewing plans, another tree in the jungle has toppled into a rather unsafe position requiring immediate and probably expensive attention, there have been too many hours without power and frozen… Continue reading The Daily: 7 April 2024
i came across a forgotten sugar bush craggy boles as wide as doors to another time bark cracking and sap-dampened with abandoned tap-holes writing jagged lines layers of leaf mould counted more than my years and heartwood ringed older than human endeavors on this inhospitable hillside primordial mother trees these and all about each grand… Continue reading the lesser species
By My Solitary Hearth 