Suddenly my sister's cockatiel has decided that he likes me! The crush is mutual.
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and let him jump onto a stem. This tiny interaction with nature made me so, so happy. It's been a shitty couple of months healthwise, and it's helpful to remember we are not the only nation on earth. We're not even at the top of the pile.
… at me with his freaking fuzzy mutton chop head, checking me out. I know some people are irrationally afraid of spiders, but I have never been one of them and I know that jumping spiders ain't gonna come after you. I lifted him up near one of my house plants
Changing my bedsheets the other day, I encountered a very very smol jumping spider. I could hardly see its details with these eyes. But I could see that it was adorbs and I slowly put my hands near it so that it jumped onto my palm. Even with my blurry vision I could see that little guy look up
The witch walks ways of hawthorn. The witch walks ways of hemlock. She has no fear of the maples in the hedge despite the claims of folklore. Her footsteps are acts of ritual agency and intent. Her routes always taking her into a deeper relationship with the land. #£milyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky
I love this so very much. Thank you.
So this happened when I visited a friend in Ontario a few days ago. Completely accidental find (although we all know there are no accidents, right?) And my first time spotting morels. The "morel" of the story? Never give up. They're out there somewhere.
Out of a hundred possums have at least one jumping spider as a friend.
My sister is in Canada visiting friends for the weekend, and I'm extremely busy taking care of the household. As you can see.
Goodnight from the Fairview B&B in Maryworth, where Jennet Draycott is desperately hoping bookings will improve once sea serpent season starts in earnest. Goodnight from Warlow’s Rare Books, where the grimoire section has begun to murmuring again. Goodnight from Hookland.
First wild greens of the season! Dandelion and curly dock from our yard, and local spinach, sautéed with black garlic and butter. Leftover bison burger on the side. Oh, my.
A bag of North Spore wine cap mushroom spawn, ready to go into my garden bed.
The 4 x 8 raised bed, planted and covered with row cover.
Row cover over the peas, carrots, beets and beans.
My very happy, dirty hand at the end of the gardening day.
Yesterday I felt lost and scattered. Today I spent all afternoon in the garden, preparing beds, planting seeds, creating a pea trellis (which is probably too short). I planted four grow bags of potatoes and spread mushroom spawn over half of the big raised bed. Feels so good. Thank you, Gaia.
A 2' x 4' raised bed has been planted with lettuce and spinach. I am the blur in the background with the rake.
The planting has officially begun. Lettuces and spinach and pea starts went in today, with the next batch of peas planted as seed. We brought in 12 yards of compost for this "no dig" experiment. Ground has been covered with cardboard first. Has anybody done a garden this way? How did it work out?
Bless you, sir, for all you're doing, and for never losing hope.
Picture shows a beautiful, small teapot and cup with butterfly pea flowers ready to be steeped.
The stepped tea, butterfly pea flowers and lavender, has a gorgeous indigo hue.
I've fallen into a deep well of tea. These are butterfly pea flowers and lavender buds, which make an incredible indigo hue when steeped. I added a few drops of lemon juice and Stevia. The cool thing about this teapot is that the bowl in the center is hinged, so it rotates as the pot is tipped.
I've been on the road for a week with the band. This is the best part of coming home. My kitty, pinning me to the bed with her chin.
😂🤣
HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA
Good one.
I am a salt hag. The tides turns my blood. Waves call me down from the cliffs to occulted coves. Gulls gossip with me. My shore is augury. The rock I stand upon all the temple I need. All my magics are kissed by salted lips. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky
Picture shows a sapling in the middle of the woods that has grown in an awkwardly spiral manner with no apparent cause.
I always wonder how this happens.
Some amazing Inuit throat singing for you. I love this so much.
My new passport arrived! Haven't been out of the country since my band toured England in 2011. (rubs hands together anticipating all the places she could go)
MmmmmWAH! Marry me, dahling! 😄
Singing some overtones in a hollow tree. First, find the pitch that rings out the most. Then play with it!
I love this so much.
These get up and walk around at night.
Twisted beauty... last Fall, in a forest near me.
Super happy algae on this warm day! Everything is waking up. It's still below freezing at night, but this amazing, perfectly blue day gives me hope.
Ooooooh.