Summertime
Texas Holy Water
by angeliska on November 3, 2016
Is it November, or is it still August? It’s hard to tell honestly – hard to say that Fall has come here, because the earth is cracked and the leaves are crisped, but not with winter’s chill. Sweat still trickles (…)
Peachtree Street
by angeliska on August 6, 2015
“In that latitude the temperature flirted with a hundred degrees for a few of the dog days, but to a child it can hardly ever be too hot. I liked the sun licking the backs of my legs, and the (…)
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 (…)
Summer Solstice + GAY BI GAY GAY LOVE
by angeliska on June 21, 2014
Today is the Summer Solstice. I woke early (earlier than is my wont) and though the sun was already up and high, I greeted the dawn in a squinting, sloth-like way – which mostly involved shuffling and muttering as bumbled (…)
Summer Solstice – Strawberry Rose Moon
by angeliska on June 26, 2013
Hot on the heels of the Summer Solstice, the full moon in Capricorn has waxed gravid over the horizon – a supermoon to boot, pregnant with all the intensity and magic of a grand water trine (Sun in Cancer, Saturn (…)
SUMMER SOLSTICE – IF WISHES WERE HORSES
by angeliska on June 20, 2012
Another solstice snuck up behind me on soft little feet, all laughing and tinkling bells and teasing rain. For the last two days, storms have come and gone, and dropped nary a thimbleful on my garden. We had one of (…)
Summer Solstice – A Lush Green Wish
by angeliska on June 21, 2011
I kneel in the night on a high hill in the back country, I bow my head, and make this fervent wish, with the memory of green tendrils wrapped around my heart, squeezing there, holding me fast against the earth. (…)
Summer Solstice – Poppytime
by angeliska on June 21, 2010
I haven’t written about our garden in a little while, possibly because I’ve been too busy enjoying working in it, and getting my hands dirty to remember to photograph all the transformations. Poppytime has passed now, and it’s a pity! (…)
Strawberry Honey
by angeliska on June 28, 2009
I remember a few years ago, in New Orleans, I bought a carton of strawberries at the Farmer’s Market. I had become somewhat ambivalent about them over the years, having eaten far too many over-inflated, pale and watery mutants with (…)
New Orleans in August
by angeliska on August 30, 2007
The calendar tilted and swung and we found ourselves back in New Orleans in August, two years afterwards.. Rolling in on a golden afternoon, sun pulsing a steady white-hot drumbeat as we drove down familiar streets. Hello old neighborhood, devoid (…)
