Yesterday morning I had the urge to make bread and to start tidying up the backyard garden. I started with the garden first. As I stepped off the patio, I startled two mice who had been nibbling in the grass. One ran to the jasmine. The other to hide among the raised garden beds. Uh-oh.
The night of the last New Moon, I did an impromptu pull of the cards while waiting for my kids get ready for story time.
There’s a saying in mountain biking that’s usually true - “Your bike will go where your eyes go.” This means that if you’re riding along a path and staring at the ditch alongside, eventually you’ll end up in it.
In recent weeks, I’ve been obsessing over tarot decks. Looking at deck reviews and scanning kickstarter and etsy has made for an enjoyable pastime in the little gaps of between making meals and helping the kids with distance learning.
This week was a garden week. What are the rules of the garden?
My daughter has a purple, fuzzy jacket. It’s warm and cozy with zippered pockets. It’s her “favorite favorite”. So, of course that means she lost it last October. When my family loses things, I can often find them fairly easily. Between a pretty good internal tracking system and St. Anthony (who always comes through) stuff …