Mabon, Harvest, and a recipe for Miniature Pumpkin Bundt Cakes

The ancient holidays and festivals emphasized hope, renewal, and gratitude.  Mabon is the second of the harvest festivals.  Today the day and night are equal and we prepare for the darkness and the introspection that comes with winter.  But now we light a bonfire and have a feast and celebrate with our village and our families the bountiful gardens that…

What Exactly is a Witch?

There are lots of images and assumptions out there about witchcraft, but what is it?  When did it start?  Is it a really a bunch of atheist devil worshipers? Let’s step back into history, shall we?  I do love history.  Fifteen or more thousand, give or take, years before even Judaism was even around, there were…

Harvest, Beer, and the Original Witch’s Brew

It’s 1842 and the settlers are walking around the plaza visiting and gathering goods .  Imagine an old farmer’s market.  Woman in long skirts, babies on the hips, hold large baskets and chat with the other woman as children dash to and fro playing games.  Makeshift booths are set up offering eggs, chickens, furs, vegetables, spirits, and any other…

Dining During the Depression

I am reading a beautiful book that my penpal, Holly, sent me.  Reading through the simple recipes from a time where creativity and positivity led to survival and the simplest of foods were treasured inspires and delights me.  The stories that are interspersed through the book are lovely memories that remained despite the harrowing times. …

Urban Homestead Visitors

I was informed by the four cats intently looking out the window that there was someone at the door.  I opened it to see if a neighbor cat had come to bid good morning.  A handsome raccoon stood there. “Excuse me Missus,” he says in raccoon, “Would ya mind opening the chicken coop door?  Seems…

The Baking Cabinet

“This was in an old farmhouse in upstate New York,” the dealer noted. I thought of one of my old customers, John, who lived on his farm for many, many decades in upstate New York.  I had never met John in person but we became friends through commonality and scribbled word.  He would send a check…

Preserving Chilies and Herbs for Winter

The winds caught everything in its grasp in unusual tyrannical fits this last spring. It lifted trees and roofs in some places. At our house, some branches came down and the ristras decorating my porch went flying. Their seeds settled in the gardens and have been growing better than the ones I started myself from…

The Drumbeat of Joy

The drum beats are loud and rhythmic with joyous additions of bells and maracas.  People dance.  Others trade instruments.  I dance. I am not at a powwow.  I am under a bridge on the Riverwalk in a town I never imagined living in.  There are hundreds of like-minded people here, spiritual, happy, artistic, lovely people of…

“Oh, They’re Like Amish.”

These late summer days have found a familiar rhythm that I once knew, only this time it is less rushed. My gardens in this climate are amazing and the height of the weeds is pretty astonishing too.  Once I could no longer find the corn stalks I donned my clippers and headed into the mess…

Boy or Girl?

  Well folks, I am giving up my gig determining the sex of my animals. Luna became Merlin Ratatouille (most certainly a boy now!) and my rooster, Bubba, just laid an egg.  

Bubba and the Girls

  I might not be on a farm anymore but the chickens give this place a good homestead feel.  Yoga, Hindi, Eloise, Buttercup, Owlette, Chichi, and Bubba are loving their large fenced area with trees and their little adobe house.  Their antics are always fun to watch. They are really easy to keep.  Their food…

Wild Gardening and Dahlias

  I love it here.  There is nothing quite like one’s own home.  We took our houses for granted before our seven years of renting, living with friends, and apartment living.  We are now home. I am less concerned about production and more about enjoyment in my wild garden.  I planted dahlias.  I have never had…