I use old vinegar jugs to store water for my plants on the patio since the faucet is on the other side of the house. This makes it infinitely easier for me to water them and allows the chlorine in the water to dissipate. I realized the last time I watered that this was an excellent opportunity to infuse a little magic into my gardening. Once I saw the new moon waxing in the evening sky I knew it was time to work. I enchanted a couple of moss agate’s and created a sigil and set them to the task of helping my plants grow strong and healthy.I also noticed that I was running low on lip balm, body powder, and air freshener. These are not things I buy from the store, these are my personal homemade products. I have a lot of sensitivities and many products I have to make myself although I enjoy the creation of them as well. My air freshener and body powder are simple little concoctions. Baking soda and cornstarch with a little essential oil for scent is all I use for my powder, while water and essential oil makes up the floral water that I use as an air freshener.
Winter’s shadow has come once again and with it comes the harvest season. I pause to give thanks, expressing gratitude for all that I have. In celebration I served homemade chili and cornbread with a chocolate cake for dessert. Upon the altar rests an offering to the spirits; handpicked apples from my next-door neighbors yard, a cornbread muffin drizzled with local honey, and a glass of blackberry brandy.
In addition to the harvest celebration, I completed the funeral for a little friend who blessed me on her path. I spoon-fed and sheltered her, but she was to become a victim of Colony Collapse. I honored her passing as it was the only thing I could do for her in the end. I offered to her a bowl of honey and fresh flowers, laid her body among rose petals and lavender buds, then scattered tobacco and mugwort over her. I will keep her with me, maybe in the future she will bless me once more as an ally.I give thanks for the gifts I have been given in my life, I also give thanks to the bees for their gifts to the world and feel sorrow as I also give thanks for their sacrifice. I send my prayers out to the bees this season, may they find strength and prosperity.