Archive - These are the things my garden told me

The autumn equinox and the gifts of the darker half of the garden year

Sep 25, 2023 •

August 2023

Lughnasadh, again

A publication week excerpt from Uprooting

Aug 1, 2023 •

July 2023

Time is a spiral

Two weeks to full circle and musings on the connected crises of our times

Jul 22, 2023 •

Nearing Harvest

It is nearly the end of the school year.

Jul 11, 2023 •

And a July excerpt from Uprooting

Jul 4, 2023 •

May 2023

Beltane fires and an excerpt from Uprooting

May 1, 2023 •

April 2023

I woke up thinking of the garden, which is as it should be.

Apr 9, 2023 •

March 2023

The grip of winter lingers, hard to shake off like a knot deep between my shoulder blades.

Mar 20, 2023 •

February 2023

From the belly of the earth

I recognise the feeling now, my fourth cycling through this mark in the year, the third time while paying attention.

Feb 5, 2023 •

May 2022

I am sat at my laptop staring at the garden trying to find the words.

May 25, 2022 •

December 2021

Uprooting a new year

I had planned to spend the last day of the year in the garden.

Dec 31, 2021 •

November 2021

Death, Love, Samhain

If the sun never sets on the British Empire, let me be of the realms of the moon.

Nov 3, 2021 •

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