This list is growing like a motherfucker, and doesn’t even include the 2.5 days spent reorganizing half the fucking kitchen (<- You don’t look for wisdom in these unplanned urges, you just do what suddenly seems necessary and the wisdom comes with cleanliness.)
Man, between that effin’ cold and this morning after pill period I’ve lost half the goddamn month.
Harvest duties (away):
local graveyard: dig up garlic, replace with new cloves and daffodils
stone throne: Salve Regina rite; remember cock bread and blood
Harvest offerings to: new dead, animals, old dead and the land
** Sacred Hill: take deer heart, deer meat and offering breads…