Eliza Daley ~ Wordcraft & Musing on Home & Hope
Nature, having stridently and unambiguously declared Her many objections to the hatred and corruption on flagrant display in my country's center this week, decided to release us from the hellscape weather Her fury has inflicted upon us of late, instead gifting central Vermont with an absolutely divine day. No smoke. No crushing heat and humidity.… Continue reading The Daily: 6 July 2026
There has still been no planting of peas. It was too cold and windy on St Patrick's Day. The beds were still rock, and I had enough on my plate trying to keep the porch furniture from blowing around as the wind kept shifting and blowing over 30mph. I was not going to plant in… Continue reading The Daily: 23 March 2026
My potatoes decided to flower... but they are nowhere near digging time! In my calendar, the season of Lughnasadh begins today. This is my favorite time of year. Fairs and food and the soon-to-be dwindling of summer heat — and dwindling of summer activity. (Hopefully, dwindling of summer bugs!!!) This season is marked by the… Continue reading The Daily: 21 July 2025
Holy shit! It's June! How did that happen?!? I missed much of the last eight weeks. It began with a long bout of COVID. Then there was a new job with pretty much an entirely new learning curve to master. There was fitful garden activity, mostly of a cleaning up of disasters variety. And I… Continue reading The Daily: 3 June 2024
We have passed May Day. In traditional northern cultures this is summer. Tomorrow, the Greenleaf Moon goes dark. The Flower Moon will be a new crescent on Wednesday. The year is rolling on. But, though the days are over fourteen hours long, here in Vermont we are just now enjoying spring. We've had two solid… Continue reading The Daily: 6 May 2024
By My Solitary Hearth 