Eliza Daley ~ Wordcraft & Musing on Home & Hope
World Water Day is 22 March 2025. This annual observance was organized by the United Nations in 1993 to focus attention on the importance of freshwater and to promote sustainable freshwater management. Each year a different theme is chosen, centered on topics relevant to clean water, sanitation and hygiene. The theme for 2025 is Save… Continue reading The Daily: 22 March 2025
World Water Day is 22 March 2024. This annual observance was organized by the United Nations in 1993 to focus attention on the importance of freshwater and to promote sustainable freshwater management. Each year a different theme is chosen, centered on topics relevant to clean water, sanitation and hygiene. The theme for 2024 is Water… Continue reading The Daily: 22 March 2024
There is still no frost. In all the horrible news of the last ten days or so, this is what is troubling me right now. It is not that I am unaffected by the lurid headlines. I am sickened and disgusted and enraged and so very tired of idiots with large guns and larger egos… Continue reading The Daily: 17 October 2023
The seventh moon of the year is the Flower Moon, or the Faerie Moon. It is new between 23 April and 21 May. It is full between 7 May and 4 June. This is the burgeoning time. Bulbs are flowering. Forsythia is a wash of gold. Lilacs are sending scent out on the breeze. Bees… Continue reading Flower Moon in Eclipse
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
The seventh moon of the year is the Flower Moon, or the Faerie Moon. It is new between 23 April and 21 May. It is full between 7 May and 4 June. This is the time of riotous blossom and rainbow color splashed everywhere. You can cut vases of fresh flowers every morning and still… Continue reading The May Blood Moon
She rose in the chill hour before dawn. Over the western horizon the moon, now almost full, cast long shadows in the grasses, limning the early morning in silver. Behind the camp, the green glow of the approaching sun capped the cold mountains. Looming malevolently in the moonlight, the snowy heights seemed to taunt and… Continue reading Duty Before Dawn
By My Solitary Hearth 