After the Storm, The Mushrooms Arrive

Every little thing distracts me as I walk. The sound of a bird alert warning others of my presence. Another bird alert farther away that might be about my friend’s cat who has been known to track me on my hikes. My attention shifts from the forest canopy down to the floor. Oh! And what’s this? [Read more…]

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The Texas Cool Season: when life rejoices!

As most of pagandom welcomes the dark, cold time of winter, Traci relishes the blessed Ancestral breath that brings cool respite to Texas. [Read more…]

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In Glasgow We Talk A Lot About Weather

Last week I wrote about the lack of Spring-like weather here in Glasgow this Spring. Today is a most amazing and gorgeous day. I went outside at about 11am to take out some recycling and to pop into the local shop for a couple of things. I was utterly caught off guard by the fantastic weather. It’s not just sunny and bright. It’s comfortably warm with a light breeze. It is exactly the kind of weather I’d expect in late March in Oakland, California.
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What Are These “Seasons” You Speak Of?

If you search the ‘Net for the “unseasonable weather,” you’ll find many examples of both unseasonably hot and unseasonably cold weather around the world, as well as more recent record-breaking temperatures in both directions. [Read more…]

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I like weather

On the cold mornings when we walk to preschool, my 4.5 yr old son insists it’s still winter. No, I say, look at the daffodils, violets, and pink blossoms on a tree I don’t know the name of yet. Spring is just getting started! [Read more…]

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Living and belonging where clouds go to die

Eskdalemuir is a seriously cloudy place. During one period, I swear we didn’t see the sun for 18 months, and last ‘summer’ was a stretch of cloud and temperatures of 10-12 Celsius. But as much as I dream of dryer, sunnier climes, Eskdalemuir is a surprisingly hard place to leave. [Read more…]

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Eaten by the Nothing

Glasgow sat in the same blanket of quiet I’d known from my childhood, but this fog didn’t feel the same. My heart didn’t feel the tug of sadness in the grey. This was a different kind of quiet. [Read more…]

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