Eliza Daley ~ Wordcraft & Musing on Home & Hope
The Old Farmer's Almanac claims that raccoons begin their courtship on this day. I wonder how they know this. I also wonder how they find each other when burrows are so deeply buried under the snow. But they find their way to the trash cans, so perhaps they have good snow-clearing services in Raccoon World.… Continue reading The Daily: 31 January 2023
for 23 December 2022 The nearer the new moon to Christmas Day, the harder the winter. — folk wisdom quoted in The Hedge Witch Book of Days by Mandy Mitchell Elliott The moon was dark at 5:17am this morning. Just because it seems pertinent, I'm going to note that both the moon and the sun… Continue reading The Daily
Today is Pi Day, 3.14… (The date sort of breaks down after the first two decimal points. It was fun in 2015 though…) I had intended to make a vegetarian shepherd’s pie, but I hadn’t finished eating the potato, leek and fennel soup I made earlier in the week. So there wasn’t a great deal… Continue reading Pie in the Sky Day
eleven degrees and snowing furiously the world is monochrome and hushed yet through the center there are guns and tears and red ruptures through winter airs there are last sighs and new strains of death and melting ice under bereft bears i try to hold it all but it slides through preoccupied fingers tea takes… Continue reading 25 february 2022
I have chionophobia, fear of snow. This is not a professional diagnosis. Nor has it always been true. I used to love skiing and ice-skating. I could build a mean snow fort well into my nominal adulthood. The sharp scent of snow elicited memories of birthdays and mountain nights. The silence of snowfall still takes… Continue reading Chionophobia
By My Solitary Hearth 