Perfect Practice
It is common for people interested in home, hearth, garden and kitchen based Crafting to think they aren’t well suited to it. A lot of people get this image in their heads of someone akin to a love child of Martha Stewart and Scott Cunningham. I know myself that I find it hard to read Mrs. B’s blog over at Confessions of a Pagan Soccer Mom and not feel just a little inadequate.
I’ll admit, there have been times where I’ve felt like a failure because I used a blanket that is only for show or put a dish in the microwave that doesn’t go in the microwave. I still don’t understand why people own bowls and plates that are not microwave or dishwasher safe?
Only recently did I discover you’re not supposed to store food items in the refrigerator in the tin cans they came in. I’m still working out how to explain this to my mother, who does that! I’ve often wondered if there a class my mother failed to take me to, as a child, where we are supposed to learn how to tell if something is an antique or if it will clash with the drapes?… Continue reading
White Sauce
I write in my recipe book in a very short hand kind of way. One that assumes you already have some skill and would know what I’m talking about. I pity my some-day daughter-in-law trying to decipher it. Something like this white sauce recipe is pretty straight forward, following the recipe for a whole turkey dinner … not so much!
Butter 2 to 4 tbs melt low
Onions etc
Flour (whole wheat) 2 to 5 tbs more for thicker
Stir lots 10 minutes
Milk
Spices and herbs
Pour on something
Serve while still hot
Musings About Life and the Land
I am a farm girl; I “get” the lambing season at Imbolg as I have spent many sleepless nights in the barn, praying to Brighid as I midwife livestock. I don’t need to be reminded of where my food comes from, I have grown it!
I don’t need a lesson to tell me how to experience the elements, I have lived in them, and I have worked in them. I have been up to my knees in frozen mud and in snow, with the winter sun beating down on me as I fix the horse fencing. I have had a wind burned face, a sun burned nose and frost bitten toes.
I have lived at the edge of endless wilderness all my life. I have performed rituals in a real grove. I have done meditations under an elder tree that is older than my country. I backpack into the wild on a regular basis, I have had bears on my property in spring and summer, fishes spawning in my creeks in fall, and moose that walked by my house each morning.
I have touched a shrine to Epona on my way into the stable each day. I have poured offerings… Continue reading











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