Autumn
BLACKBIRD AND GOOSE
by angeliska on November 29, 2014
Olivia Hansson is a very magical lady that I have yet to meet – though I have a strong sense that if we were on the same continent (she lives in Sweden), that we would no doubt enjoy having tea (…)
Wisewoman Honey
by angeliska on September 25, 2014
Tonight is the new moon, both a few days after the Autumnal Equinox and a new year, if you celebrate Rosh Hashanah (and if you do, then שָׁנָה טוֹבָה to you!) I’m trying to slow down a little, and remember (…)
Fallings, Turnings – AUTUMNAL EQUINOX
by angeliska on September 22, 2014
Here we are at the turnings again. It seems that the turnings are the main moments (or the only ones, lately anyway) that I feel inspired or most dedicated to writing about. This is when I write most, when the (…)
Autumn Heralds
by angeliska on September 24, 2012
The Oxblood Lilies are telling me it’s fall now – the autumnal equinox has crossed over us with candles lit, and the scent of burning cinnamon bark. I mean to have a Mabon feast for the Witches’ Thanksgiving, but it (…)
Vultures + Persimmons
by angeliska on November 26, 2010
Yesterday afternoon, we made the journey over hill and dale on the first of our familial holiday pilgrimages. I hear all the time complaints about the lack of seasons in Texas, and our pitiful lack of autumn – untrue, I (…)
Huexoloti Honey
by angeliska on November 26, 2009
(Photo by Red-Star) Turkeys are such strange birds. Ugly-beautiful, and regal-ridiculous. Have you ever seen one flying wild? It’s like a giant feathered cannonball shot through the woods. Hilarious and shocking. We saw wild turkeys in Osyka Springs, Mississippi when (…)
Strange Season
by angeliska on October 16, 2009
One of the many things I appreciate about Texas weather is the constant mercurial shifting between extremes. Honestly! I am, in so many ways, a creature of habit. I can easily get bogged down in work and routines, so perhaps (…)
Russet + Bone
by angeliska on November 28, 2008
Finally it’s beginning to feel like Fall- though short-lived as it is, the leaves everywhere are golden, flame-colored, russet and scarlet. Perhaps not as dramatically so as in other places, but I for one am pleased. I would really rather (…)
