Lughnasa Waxing Harvest Moon The honey harvest has moved to the bottling stage. Kate has dozens of jars filled already, quarter pint, half pint, pint and quart (peanut butter jars). We’ll give them out as gifts, tips for good service, for barter. I’d say our harvest this year was twice what it was last year, […]
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Beltane Waxing Last Frost Moon Have you ever had a love affair that ebbed and flowed like embers in a fire wavering between bursting into flame and dying out? I have. Today I visited that other lover in my life, Lake Superior. A bookshelf full of books rest in a room not ten feet from […]
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Beltane Waxing Last Frost Moon That last frost sickle moon hung in the western sky as I drove home from sheepshead last night. The sickle’s always seem to have somebody sitting on them when I look up. An old woman with a conical hat and a skirt filled with stars. A boy dangling his legs. […]
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