Eliza Daley ~ Wordcraft & Musing on Home & Hope
The heat promised for last week failed to materialize. It never got much above 60°F, and it was rainy and windy most every day. I still have tomatoes in the guest bedroom, chiles in the dubious bathtub, and lots of tender herbs and flowers in the basement under grow lights. I have not planted the… Continue reading The Daily: 31 May 2026
The Greening Moon went dark yesterday afternoon, but the trees have not quite embraced the green growing season. Many shrubs are leafed out and the grass is putting on inches every day, but most of the trees are only just hinting at leafy shade to come. The maples are still blooming, dropping their buds everywhere.… Continue reading The Daily: 17 May 2026
The Strawberry Moon is full at 3:44am this morning here in Vermont. I expect most of us will miss that moment of fullness, though I have been having insomniac nights lately. Too much to do. I have those lists of things that did not get done plaguing the predawn hours. Still, there isn't much to… Continue reading The Daily: 11 June 2025
The Daily for 23 May 2024: The Full Flower Moon and the Matter of Britain...
The Daily for 23 May 2024: The Full Flower Moon and the Matter of Britain...
The Greenleaf Moon went dark yesterday afternoon without bringing much in the way of green leaves, though we are much closer to that than we were last week. Leaf casings are opening up. The maples are in full bloom. My pussy willows are almost done blooming. And the peach tree is just on the edge… Continue reading The Daily: 28 April 2025
The Daily for 23 May 2024: The Full Flower Moon and the Matter of Britain...
The Greenleaf Moon Goes Dark Tomorrow begins the Flower Moon. There are actually flowers in my garden this year. In New Mexico, early May (and therefore Floralia and May Day) fell in a rather flowerless pause between the bulbs and the main bloom season. There were apple blossoms and sometimes roses, but not much else… Continue reading The Daily: 7 May 2024
A Full Moon Tale for the Strawberry Moon There’s a layer of ash visible high in the walls of the arroyo. It lenses in and out, thickening and thinning, breaking into eerie grey smiles in the upper bank face. It is not old. Bright plastic riddles the layers underneath this ash like malignant confetti and… Continue reading Arroyo Strawberries: Winifred Mumbles
I closed the shop early. No point to staying open in this storm. If anyone were foolhardy enough to venture out, I’d not want to sell books that would likely only get ruined on the walk back home. But there were no people, nobody dashing from one shop to the next, nobody walking the dog… Continue reading The Man in the Moon
By My Solitary Hearth 