Garden as Metaphor, Gardener as Priestess

Working in the gardens I tend is excellent exercise, provides healthy fresh food and affords me more opportunities to touch the sacred soil. I came away this morning from a general clean-out of beds in the Summer garden and was a sweaty, stinky mess. The wheel barrow...

Apples! More apples!

I can barely sit here and write because I know there are a half dozen big fat Rome Beauty apples waiting on the counter for me to turn them into the glories that are apple butter!  I’m in a bit of a cooking frenzy right now, probably because I’ve decided...