The Summer Crone~ )O(
The merry ole crone is out for the day Broom propped “straw up” while she is away. Her skirts are cotton, she smells of a rose. By her violet door, herbs and flowers now grow. Sage and Rosemary sizzle...
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The Equinox is coming. The year is turning over – light replacing dark. This is a time of change – unsettling – stirring. I have mixed feelings about it – equal longings for the dark days of winter...
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