By now, most of the flowers in my MidAtlantic garden have bloomed and gone away. The black-eyed-susans are still here; they’re like that friend who may not be a load of fun at a party or terribly good at picking new restaurants but who always shows up — with muffins, or the right book, or bath salts, or vodka — when you need them. In a few weeks, my obedient plants (no, that’s its name: obedient plant) will make their showing and, in late September, the toad lilies will bloom. Meanwhile, I can hardly keep the flowers off the basil (which I need to do in order to encourage leaf growth) or the various kinds of mint. And, I’m waiting on the datura. Actually, I kind of like this time of year in the garden. Even early in the morning, even just weeding or cutting stalks off of finished-with-blooming day lilies, you work up a sweat. And when the rains come, as they (thank you!) did here yesterday afternoon, I go out to my altar rock and let them drench me to the bone. One of the happiest days of my life was the day that I realized: “Hey. I’m a grown up. I can go sit out in the rain and no one can stop me.” I figure there are a finite number of Summer rains between now and the day when I slip permanently behind the veil and I plan to enjoy as many of them as I can.
*If you don’t read Phila’s Friday Hope Blogging every week, you should. I swear, there are weeks when it keeps me going. Here’s this past Friday’s post. I especially like this:
New York’s city council has passed several bills that support urban gardening:
In an effort to ramp up support for the consumption and production of local food, the City Council passed a package of bills on Thursday to facilitate the building of rooftop greenhouses and free up land for urban gardens.
Under the legislation, a building’s rooftop greenhouse would not be considered an additional story by the Department of Buildings, and would be exempt from height limits, if it occupies less than one-third of the rooftop. The city would also begin compiling a database of property that it owns or leases so that it can better identify unused spaces to be turned into urban gardens.
*One of the things that just makes me happy is how many titles Hecate has. People must have really loved this Goddess for a long time for them to have given her so many titles. Here are a few that I use:
Hecate Enodia (of the wayside)
Hecate Kleidophorous (key-bearing)
Hecate Perseis (destroyer)
Hecate Phosphoros (brightly shining/light bringer)
Hecate Trivia (of the three roads)
Hecate Soteira (savior).
These are from Bearing Torches: A Devotional Anthology for Hekate, pub. by Bibliotheca Alexandrina, which has recently published A Devotional Anthology for Deities of the Near and Middle East.
*”Etymology is the unconscious side of language, hence it is relevant in psychological studies.” ~ Edward F. Edinger in Ego and Archetype. I’ve been fascinated by etymology ever since Mrs. Icangello taught me, in fifth grade English, that words have histories. As a practitioner of magic, I believe that words have power and that knowing their lineage increases my ability to wield them with power. Do you agree?
*”Each place . . . is a unique state of mind, and the many powers that constitute and dwell within that locale — the spiders and the tree frogs no less than the humans — all participate in, and partake of, the particular mind of the place.” ~ David Abram in Becoming Animal: An Earthly Cosmology. I’ve been thinking lately about what this means for my own urban landbase, here in Columbia’s district. We have a lot of squirrels here, and I certainly have several families in the oak trees on my Bit of Earth.
*Check out Valerianna’s spirals.
*In August, in D.C., you almost can’t not eat tomatoes. Any way you can think of eating them, we eat them. I’m adding The Moral Fruit to my reading list. What’s on yours? (Reading list, I mean, although tell me what’s on your tomato, as well, if you like. I’m a big fan of vinegar and olive oil, but also, I admit, of Duke’s. I’m a Southern girl, what can I say?)
Picture found here.