Eliza Daley ~ Wordcraft & Musing on Home & Hope
The Snow Moon is certainly living up to its name this year. But then, the Wolf Moon was snowy also. In fact, there have been only a handful of days in 2025 when it was not snowing here in central Vermont — and only a couple days above freezing. So the garden is deeply buried… Continue reading The Daily: 10 February 2025
So last week happened... It was not entirely a surprise; however, it still left most of us in a state of enraged shock for many days. But... While Trump et al have terrifying new capacities for causing harm, we have survived this once and I'm pretty sure we will survive again. As people. I am… Continue reading The Daily: 13 November 2024
Here is something to consider. If you do a very brief survey of headlines, you will see that today, at this very instant, most of the world is actively engaged with recovery from an "historic natural disaster" of some form or another. That is, most of the world is cleaning up after a deadly mess… Continue reading The Daily: 22 October 2024
As I was digging through past Februaries, looking for calendar things, I found this. I brushed it off a bit and decided it was good enough for another go — and rather topical for this week. So here is... Our future isn't a problem to be solved... To begin, we do not face one broken… Continue reading The Daily: 8 February 2024
The Perseids are falling in the late night sky again. Once again, there is little chance that I can see them. This year that might be true of most of the country — except those trapped under that heat dome. And you all might even want to be awake at that time of night, when… Continue reading The Daily: 12 August 2023
You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist. — Friedrich Nietzsche (in the Old Farmer's Almanac 2023 Planner) I do not agree with Nietzsche on many things. Big surprise there, I'm sure. So when I saw this alongside the… Continue reading The Daily: 8 February 2023
An informal letter of resignation which nobody will ever read. And a general polemical complaint which nobody will ever care about. I’m not a miracle worker. And they want a miracle. No. It’s worse than that. They need, we need, a miracle. We need a spontaneous and very specific genetic mutation. Now. Yesterday. Twenty years… Continue reading Corn Futures
It’s burning again. Look out across this river valley at the old volcano warts and there doesn’t seem to be enough to keep a churro fed, never mind an inferno. What’s it eating when there’s nothing but grit and gravel and black rock? I don’t go over that way enough to puzzle out that riddle.… Continue reading Desert Pyre: Winifred Mumbles
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 am reading Stan Cox’s The Path to a Livable Future. I will write more on that later. Or maybe I won’t. I haven’t decided yet because I haven’t seen much of this titular path yet, though I am over halfway through the book. He writes quite a lot on the paths that got us… Continue reading A Livable Path
By My Solitary Hearth 