Eliza Daley ~ Wordcraft & Musing on Home & Hope
Home Soil We need more geology in school. Or perhaps ecology. Probably both. If we are to survive, we need to understand who and what we are, and for that we need to understand this world that made us. We are earthly beings. We are small parts of a small planet on an average star… Continue reading The Daily: 9 May 2023
Except for the flooding... With the month nearly two-thirds done, we’ve had about 1.87” of rain for July in my town. An average July sees nearly 5”, so we’re pretty squarely in drought conditions. Particularly when we take into account the fact that, of that July total, 1.27” fell on Monday. Meaning almost all of… Continue reading Land of Little Rain
It’s getting busy in the garden. There are tasks each day. Weeds to pull, fruit to harvest, and the occasional flowers to cut for the vase. This last I’m not doing very much, though, mostly because I’m not home enough to enjoy them. But also because I don’t have as many cutting flowers as I… Continue reading Of Weeds and Berries
... to Harvest! Vermont finally got some of the summer heat that the rest of the country has been enduring for weeks. Well, sort of. We managed a 40°F jump up to the lower 90s, but without the humidity. It’s not supposed to last, and we’ll likely be back to highs in the 60s by… Continue reading The Wheel Turns
The sun reaches its northernmost point on the horizon today. Tomorrow evening it turns around and starts heading south again. In the US, we call this the beginning of summer, but traditionally this is the middle, Midsummer. The official date of the Midsummer holiday is the 24th, much like the winter solstice holidays are tied… Continue reading Jungle to Veg Garden!
Let me just start with this declaration: weeds exist. There are people who will debate that one with me; but I remain staunchly convinced that some plants do not belong where they are growing, some are annoying wherever they grow, and a few just shouldn’t exist at all. (Oriental bittersweet… why?) This is apparently the… Continue reading On Weeds…
new leaves in the arbor here is a seed my soul-gift to the future a self i cannot know but in dreams and divination yet though I cannot see certain am i hope spreads roots in this soil here lives joy abundance great care in this mattering nature dwells nurturing spirit no, no divide is… Continue reading planting
We need more geology in school. Or perhaps ecology. Probably both. If we are to survive, we need to understand who and what we are, and for that we need to understand this world that made us. We are earthly beings. We are small parts of a small planet on an average star in the… Continue reading Home Soil
i am out of my element this abundance of soppy green perplexes the rhythms are all wrong me with my down beat shovel when the local conductor still has the baton raised my biological clock reads time for peas and is confounded by snow yet the grass is leaping in the perennial bed where it… Continue reading green garden for a desert rat
Vermont has food waste laws. We can’t put anything edible or compostable into the trash. On the face of it, this is a good law. It’s a bit murkier in practice. First, like most of New England, maybe most of the country by now, there is no municipal waste collection in my city. We pay… Continue reading On Cold Composting
By My Solitary Hearth 