This is Sam. Sam's a cat. Hail ‘n’ welcome to February, the longest month of the year. That’s my relationship with this month, and that’...

Yesterday was about addressing the last of our Tromboncino winter squash. This is one of those activities that inspires my mind and heart to...

I have my personal new year at my birthday, and then there’s this one that so many of us share. Historically, I’ve not given this one a lot ...

February arrives, and I find myself in the days of Imbolc, the Indo-European name for this sacred liminal space between winter solstice and ...

It's a mild, overcast day in January. I have seed packets to organize into a "calendar" of action, as some will be getting sta...

Gathering the things to make soap, as the cat keeps watch, and the geraniums bloom. Prepping the water and lye, and waiting for it cool down...

Today I'm sipping a version of a Vitamin C tea blend I used to serve at the studio. This base recipe is just that, a base that may be a...

  Welcome to an herbal ramble... I sip botanical beverages every day. I start most every day with the ubiquitous cup of Coffea arabica - cof...

  My new year occurs as October transitions to November, yet I acknowledge and honor to a minor degree the conventional "new year...

February, the last full month of winter, managed to live up to old, notable patterns by offering much-needed snowfall,  and  by taking its t...

I don't care what linear, logical, conventional measures of time say, February is the longest month of the calendar year.  In the best o...

To those of you who honor and celebrate the linear measure of calendar time: Happy new year!  It is - indeed - an extended moment of collect...

I'm taking December serious this year... with some earnest down-time, some ruminative stillness, quiet, and BEing. Because I can. And th...

Merry spring, friends! Or autumn, as the case may be. 😊 Yesterday's vernal equinox ushered in the season for which I am ripe, as I...

I don't know about you, but as we spiral into this part of the year - the midpoint between winter and spring - my mood lifts as I witn...

Sol bread. Mixed, kneaded, shaped and baked with the brightest of intentions to guide us through this long, dark night and to the sunrise ...

Today is a day of expectation. I feel anxious. I feel ripe. I feel ready. Yet not without a sense of trepidation. The feeling is palpable...

Here we are at the end of November. It's a bit hard for me to accept. The year has whizzed by so quickly and I've been struggling...

It's hard to believe that honoring this winter solstice included harvesting two cabbages from my garden. I've plucked kales, collar...

On this first full day of midwinter the dried peony and calendula petals that I had reserved from high summer were returned to the earth. A...