tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38734619664707036482012-02-14T11:49:50.202-05:00A place of soothing comfort and conversation where one may find solace. Think of this as the enchanted purr of a cait sidhe...Blessed Be!Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348418979354232551noreply@blogger.comBlogger451100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873461966470703648.post-71306351962263182452012-02-13T11:31:00.001-05:002012-02-13T11:31:52.708-05:00

Yesterday, quite suddenly, life here at the Lair was turned upside down.  My dear companion of the past twelve years--a handsome, black & white, neutered domestic longhair named Ozzie, had to cross the Rainbow Bridge due to complications from undiagnosed and untreatable cancer.  He's been my assistant, my confidante (albeit we have three loyal and loving pups), and my sounding board since he was

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348418979354232551noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873461966470703648.post-63603772231795760492011-11-17T18:03:00.001-05:002011-11-17T18:19:27.464-05:00

The "Poetic Mind" is strong this late autumn afternoon.  My daily commute, as I've mentioned previously, takes me through an as-yet-unscathed patch of north Texas ranchland.  A few moments ago, as I drove the rugged lane through the top section of the ranch--passing native Longhorns and Jerseys grazing in the waning golden beams of late afternoon, a snippet of a new poem tentatively took hold of

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348418979354232551noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873461966470703648.post-9641665171127964252011-09-19T15:03:00.001-04:002011-09-19T15:04:48.361-04:00

After over seventy days of triple-digit temperatures here in north Texas, the stifling heat of this summer has come to a simpering end.  A final "hurrah" was attempted by the spirits of summer, but to no avail.  Like a contrite sinner, the heat and has dissipated to a slow murmur in the afternoons.  Additionally, the rains have started to return to this drought-stricken land.  The deep scars in

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348418979354232551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873461966470703648.post-18415338675913162622011-07-25T10:47:00.000-04:002011-07-25T10:47:48.275-04:00

Living in an extended drought in north Texas--where the meteorologists take rarified delight in reporting how very many days we've been in "triple digit temperatures"--isn't easy for one of a Nature-based Path.  The Lair's Cottage Garden is slowly wilting and crisping in the relentless sun...the deeply rich earth is cracking with the severity of the heat and dryness...the trees are even showing

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348418979354232551noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873461966470703648.post-30915700431744718402011-05-02T13:30:00.001-04:002011-05-02T13:47:34.456-04:00

Warm Beltane Greetings from the Mistress of the Lair!  It was brought to my attention today (thanks to the Llewellyn FB page) that today is International Pagan Coming Out Day.  Um....no.  Now, before you take offense to what you THINK I'm about to say, please understand that, in theory, I completely support coming out of the perennial Broom Closet and being honest and open about who and what we

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348418979354232551noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873461966470703648.post-72599684906217272262011-03-09T18:06:00.000-05:002011-03-09T18:06:42.292-05:00

Preparations are underway at the Lair for a garden--a good and true garden chock-full of herbs and vegetables and goodness!  The utterly intoxicating scent of "new" is in the air.  The air itself is filled with the twittering of songbirds heralding the onset of Spring!  Trees and shrubs are cloaking themselves in the softest of green veils or the coy pastels of blossoms.  This weekend, the

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348418979354232551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873461966470703648.post-42347519317790643392011-02-10T19:02:00.000-05:002011-02-10T19:02:25.710-05:00

The Lair has been graced twice now with the visitation of a Great Blue Heron--seemingly an oddity in north Texas.  We're not close to major water features (a couple of lakes and rivers, but nothing akin to this stunning bird's natural habitat).  I've spied it twice by our Pond (the fish are frightened).  I feel extremely honored that this beautiful and regal creature has decided to continue

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348418979354232551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873461966470703648.post-60505969122325682062011-02-07T19:21:00.000-05:002011-02-07T19:21:00.169-05:00

For the past week, the Lair has been iced and snowed in thanks to a rather freak Arctic "blast" of a storm.  1" of solid ice descended on us on Tuesday followed by 6" of snow on Friday...and temperatures never rose above 28 degrees 'til Saturday afternoon.  The "first signs" of Spring--or at least the lessening of Winter's grip--promised in Imbolc never really seemed to appear to us here in the "

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348418979354232551noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873461966470703648.post-89482331961817000972011-01-10T09:14:00.002-05:002011-01-27T12:27:46.307-05:00

 The Pond in our backyard at 9pm on 1/9/2011  Our Lady gifted us with a lovely snowstorm yesterday in North Texas.  Throughout the day, we enjoyed the teasing "tappitty-tap" of sleet and freezing rain which rapidly changed to the peaceful whisper of fluffy snowflakes quietly falling to frost trees and lawns.  Our pond's valiant little fountain/filter kept working the entire time. The

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348418979354232551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873461966470703648.post-43637047827091034802011-01-03T13:11:00.000-05:002011-01-03T13:11:32.383-05:00

A new Moon means new beginnings and the commencement of another two week session of increase.  So, this new Moon tomorrow echoes the mundane world's New Year.  New beginnings, hopes for increase and improvement, and positive attitudes abound at present.  We're three days into 2011 and the "world is our oyster" as it were. Oysters only create their pearls, though, at the introduction of an

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348418979354232551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873461966470703648.post-4208165184660817152010-11-11T19:05:00.000-05:002010-11-11T19:05:38.228-05:00

Keats's "To Autumn" is called to mind on days such as these--                    While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,                    And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue;                    Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn                    Among the river sallows, borne aloft                    Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies (lns.25-29) Indeed,

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348418979354232551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873461966470703648.post-44568454080440444462010-10-31T21:52:00.001-04:002010-10-31T21:53:13.147-04:00

Once again, the blessed Samhain is upon us.  The secular giving of treats to little ones (and not so little ones) at the door is over and the familial work of preparation and remembrance may begin.  The Veil is thinning, the Circle is being cast, the candles are being lit, and the loved ones are drawing near from the Other World.   As we close in on this moment--this particular ritual so

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348418979354232551noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873461966470703648.post-5274351776674777252010-10-27T19:24:00.001-04:002010-10-27T19:31:06.464-04:00

Today, in the most bizarre of manners, I was made aware of Her presence in all our existence--of Her wisdom.  This is the final week prior to Samhain.  From Mabon to Samhain, we of the Path (whichever branch you happen to travel on) acknowledge the coming Darkness...and prepare ourselves accordingly. In all the preparation we make for our "New Year" celebrations/rituals, however, some folk tend

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348418979354232551noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873461966470703648.post-58141442298589462792010-09-10T16:32:00.002-04:002010-09-12T16:15:57.369-04:00

'Tis been a while since the Lair was visited.  I think you all, dearest guests, will understand that, with the move and the process of unpacking (finally) and organizing, my other pursuits (such as this haven) had to take a secondary role.  That established, the house is organized (or at least "stowed away") and the Lair is officially housed in a quaint '50s bungalow in the historic district of

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348418979354232551noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873461966470703648.post-2619555703170996332010-07-22T01:41:00.000-04:002010-07-22T01:41:01.835-04:00

It's past midnight and all the mundane world has settled to it's slumber for the night.  At the Lair, all is resting save a lone mockingbird calling its cacophony of melodies across the ebony skies.  It's chaotic song rings across the night breezes. Tonight, one my friends passed--suddenly but somewhat expectedly--of a rapid-onset cancer.  He had just been taken into Hospice care...he and his

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348418979354232551noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873461966470703648.post-45751337742756605842010-06-28T12:30:00.002-04:002010-06-28T12:42:22.202-04:00

Merry meet, everyone!!For the first time in a year, there is a glimmer of "hope" and "positive forward movement" at the Lair. Most of you know that we've been living with friends for the past year due to a relocation without the benefit of selling out former house. Well, the old property is in motion to be sold within the next six months AND, as we're leasing to the soon-to-be buyers, we found

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348418979354232551noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873461966470703648.post-18548710160013612502010-05-11T08:46:00.004-04:002010-05-11T15:24:24.198-04:00

Greetings, my dear Lair guests! Today's missive isn't nature-glorifying or serenely reflective...it's a bit of a rant, actually. Just shaking out the "dust" in preparation for the summer.I had an interchange the other day that seems "appropriate" to share given some of the blog topics of late (esp. darling Albiana's at "Flying off the Broom Handle" from 27 April). As was so eloquently (and

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348418979354232551noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873461966470703648.post-73377909480388573742010-04-26T21:33:00.004-04:002010-04-26T22:45:37.538-04:00

The seasons are beginning to shift once again. The soft, maidenly blush of early Spring has matured to the riotous colors and fragrances and sounds of late April. Skies which were once frosty blue--much like glacial ice--have warmed to a deep cornflower. These are studded with cotton-like tufts of clouds which kiss the ground with playful, irregular shadows and the cleanly-cool breezes tease them

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348418979354232551noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873461966470703648.post-38191903197880706212010-03-28T10:18:00.004-04:002010-03-28T11:18:43.140-04:00

This morning, I awoke not to the sounds of the ever-present alarm clock, but to the glow of sunshine streaming through my unshuttered windows. The north Texas "breeze" (a sometimes-howling wind) was singing around the corners of the house. Native songbirds were entertaining each other by chatting above the sound of the winds.Since Ostara, the trees have started revealing their spring attire.

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348418979354232551noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873461966470703648.post-57898888585764639762010-03-10T11:50:00.002-05:002010-03-10T12:03:14.612-05:00

Right now, beyond the coziness of the darkened Lair lit only by my old dragonfly Tiffany-style desk lamp, a storm is raging. The rains are descending in torrents...the skies are flashing...the thunder is growling menacingly...the air is heavy with wetness. And yet, this storm, like others since moving to this state, feels cleansing. Negativity is washing away...hesitation is running down

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348418979354232551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873461966470703648.post-85479412200041428792010-03-03T11:09:00.002-05:002010-03-03T11:23:45.766-05:00

I walked outside today to be met with a crystal-clear blue sky and the welcome beams of a Spring-like sun! The biting scent of wild spring onions assaulted my nostrils...cedar waxwings raised their voices in a cacophony of song...and the breezes, for the first time this season, were slightly warm. 'Tis the entrance of Ostara and, though the equinox is still two weeks away, the promise of Spring

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348418979354232551noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873461966470703648.post-39008098531862230042010-01-26T18:21:00.003-05:002010-01-26T18:40:11.607-05:00

This coming weekend brings to us what the Natives of this continent called the "Cold Moon" and what we celebrate as Imbolc or Gwyl Mair--"the time of infinite possibilities for the new cycle of life and creativity, when energies are still gathering..." (Llewellen's Witches' Datebook 2010, 39). A time of infinite possibilities...Isn't winter--at least, this darkest stage of winter when the winds

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348418979354232551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873461966470703648.post-11152352128820558352010-01-01T14:09:00.002-05:002010-01-01T14:28:43.927-05:00

Good 2010, dear Lair visitors (old and new)!Last night, She joined our earthbound celebrations by gifting us with a "Blue" Moon--the second full moon of the month. According to my ever-present Witch's Datebook (2009, Llewellyn), "The Blue Moon is a time for spontaneity and imagination. [...] This is a time to release your inhibitions, letting go of fears that limit or constrict you. Release

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348418979354232551noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873461966470703648.post-85313378966411578422009-11-26T11:18:00.002-05:002009-11-26T11:33:16.804-05:00

As the preparations for this afternoon's or tonight's feasting swirl around us--whether we are the preparers or the casual observers--let us pause a moment to reflect on the festivities. There have been postings over the last few weeks (on Blogger and on TWV) that have been "all over the board" on what Thanksgiving means/should mean/has been corrupted into/etc. Folk have said (and excuse the

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348418979354232551noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873461966470703648.post-73801493353814645872009-11-10T11:41:00.002-05:002009-11-10T12:03:46.408-05:00

We're midway into the Celtic month of "Reed" or "Broom"--the shrub which symbolizes both the mysteries of death and the deep-set roots of life. And, indeed, this is a season--from Samhain to Yule--of recollection of the past and recognition of both one's mortality and the Veil between the worlds. This is the time when the earth is drawing into itself...it's settling and "nesting" in

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348418979354232551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873461966470703648.post-35045232457083642972009-10-31T20:34:00.002-04:002009-10-31T20:57:15.709-04:00

GOOD SAMHAIN, ALL! The Lair" mistress is not at home (house, room, whatever) this night...we're visiting family and are having a modified Sabbat this night once the children are in bed and the house we're staying in is "ours." We've the barest of essentials, a quiet spot, and a derth of trick-or-treaters in the neighborhood, so the night will be ours.Today, we had intermittent showers...rather

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348418979354232551noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873461966470703648.post-46836631466790995942009-10-27T21:25:00.004-04:002009-10-27T21:44:20.303-04:00

Samhain at the Lair will be altered this year. Our altar is packed away 'til the house sells, our library is likewise boxed up and safely stowed in the storage unit, and our faerie circle (that they kindly let us use in the old backyard) is 15 hours away by car. Additionally, we're traveling to visit family on Friday, so we'll completely be out of even our new environment on Saturday

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348418979354232551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873461966470703648.post-40542071915273654042009-10-25T20:44:00.002-04:002009-10-25T21:06:10.750-04:00

Tonight, the Moon is half lit. I know this not because She is visible in Her maidenhood, but because the widget at the base of my blog tells me this. I cannot see Her soft beauty because there is yet another thunderstorm approaching. The growl of the thunder and the purply-blue lightning is approaching from the southwest. Earlier, the skies were enshrouded in a steely-grey. It is apt that

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348418979354232551noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873461966470703648.post-3806398184582675402009-10-15T16:06:00.002-04:002009-10-15T16:18:07.869-04:00

"Blog Action Day is an annual event held every October 15 that unites the world’s bloggers in posting about the same issue on the same day with the aim of sparking discussion around an issue of global importance" (http://blogactionday.org/). This year's topic is "Climate Change"...a topic one would think is singularly important for someone of my Path. Guess what--it's not really that much in

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348418979354232551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873461966470703648.post-46351318073972839052009-10-11T22:18:00.003-04:002009-10-11T22:37:13.317-04:00

The skies have been overcast and "threatening" for days, though since the rains of my last posting, there have been no storms. There's a chill breeze coming from the north that's convinced the leaves to start their final, glorious transformation. The quiet hush of Autumn is upon us finally.Late this afternoon, as I was coming out of a local shop, I glanced skyward. Above me, in perfect formation,

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348418979354232551noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873461966470703648.post-66671737444338701892009-10-06T22:22:00.002-04:002009-10-06T22:42:22.778-04:00

I always used to be fascinated--though frightened--by thunderstorms. Where I formerly lived in Kentucky as a teen and young adult, I could literally watch the storms roll in across the hills. Those were the big, angry, black clouds with sheet lightning embedded in them...with growling thunder shaking the very windows of my parents' house...with the curtains of rain shielding all from view.

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348418979354232551noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873461966470703648.post-90789413564486675302009-10-05T11:39:00.002-04:002009-10-05T11:52:53.779-04:00

I don't normally take this blog into a discussion of anything singularly "outside" the natural realm. This one is different--this one deals with the Moon energies. I've no idea if anyone else has felt Her fluctuations this past waxing cycle, but my energies have been decidedly "off."A truly autumnal chill is in the air here in north Texas. The skies have turned a steely grey and there's a

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348418979354232551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873461966470703648.post-20805147305898939512009-09-20T16:53:00.002-04:002009-09-20T17:10:06.810-04:00

Today started off, well, off. It's the week of the Autumnn Equinox or, on my Path, the Feast of Avalon (rather a pretty moniker); there's a newly waxing moon; and the weather without is finally cooperating with a lovely, warming sunlight streaming unencumbered on this late September Sunday. My mood, though, is not as cooperative as Nature. I woke in a "mood"--snarly, grouchy, grumpy, and

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348418979354232551noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873461966470703648.post-53791249998600247552009-09-13T23:26:00.002-04:002009-09-13T23:43:00.886-04:00

It's been raining here for two days. The sky has been a steely-grey with billowy clouds of dove and gun-metal. There's a softness to the landscape...an ethereal quality to the very air. A hush pervades even the ever-flowing traffic--the soft "whoosh" of tires on the wet pavement is alluring in its whisper of progress. In the mornings and late into the evenings, a visible mist lingers over the

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348418979354232551noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873461966470703648.post-26685019641738493412009-03-25T14:47:00.003-04:002009-03-25T15:17:47.619-04:00

The campus at which I teach is going through a major building project--an academic building is being constructed, a student center is being renovated and enlarged, and residence halls are being built. You might wonder, then, why I entitled this as I did. The second project mentioned (the student center) has caused massive changes to be made to the natural elements of the campus--the

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348418979354232551noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873461966470703648.post-73933085741320219442009-03-08T13:09:00.004-04:002009-03-08T13:33:50.870-04:00

I woke today to a "missing" hour of sleep...sort of. In all honesty, I stayed up last night to see what actually happens to one's cell phone and such during Daylight Savings night. Yup...I stayed up to see whether the clock would "jump" on my cell from 1:59am to 3am...and it did. Mystery solved. Anticlimactic, but still kinda fun.So, this morning (sun up = morning...3am = dark), I woke at what my

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348418979354232551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873461966470703648.post-8129921083581391162009-02-14T19:26:00.004-05:002009-02-15T12:34:42.407-05:00

It's quiet here tonight. It's been a grey, drizzly day...the type of day that invites silent reflection or quiet study. I chose the former as my "daily grind" is made up of discussing what is studied by my students, though the latter happens frequently and willingly. Today was Valentine's Day...a day set aside, it would seem, by corporate America (and it's not just America that does this) for

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348418979354232551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873461966470703648.post-56510581401688882392009-02-05T09:29:00.003-05:002009-02-05T09:47:31.192-05:00

The air is chilly...the trees are trying valiantly to leaf through the coldness (they were confused by a warm spell a couple of weeks ago)...and the sky is robin's-egg-blue. The PERFECT weather, in my mind, for a little indulgence. Classical piano is playing on my NPR station, a hot cup of tea is before me, and I have a new novel (just started) on my desk.Imbolc passed quietly. Kitchen witchery (

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348418979354232551noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873461966470703648.post-11852940250864354972009-01-01T14:55:00.003-05:002009-01-04T21:15:27.286-05:00

Looking up last night, the Waxing Cresent and Her companion star below were softly glowing through the haze of a misty midnight. As the calendrical year begins, She began her monthly return...The silence of that moment...the beauty of the "otherworldly"aspect of the scene above me....the promise inherent in last night's celebrations and frivolity....all this interconnected in emotions kept in

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348418979354232551noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873461966470703648.post-18376584573212418562008-12-25T20:12:00.003-05:002008-12-25T20:36:58.727-05:00

We take this season...be it Yule, Solstice, Hanukkah, Christmas, Kwaanza, etc...rather for granted thanks to the commercialism and media attention given to the "traditional" (a.k.a. Hollywood). Tonight, with the presents unwrapped, the pets playing quietly with their toys, the tree aglow, and dinner in the oven, it's rather nice to look back over the past few days.It was our first true Yule

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348418979354232551noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873461966470703648.post-15206574590740869482008-12-07T12:38:00.006-05:002008-12-07T14:55:54.748-05:00

I've been reading a number of articles recently which all seem reminiscences about the upcoming season. There are the "season of darkness" ones, the "what Yule used to mean" ones, and the "Christmas versus Yule" ones (those seem to dominate, actually). They all, though, appear to hold the same vision...that the holiday season we're entering into (upon the recent completion of the relatively

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348418979354232551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873461966470703648.post-75494251881680813922008-11-30T18:03:00.003-05:002008-11-30T18:26:34.691-05:00

And then you return to your own home...the holiday festivities have drawn to a close, the leftovers have already been exhausted, and you have to return to "reality." Your adult self comes back into focus. The bills have been arriving in the post, the animals need collecting from the kennel, the employer is expecting you on Monday.Yup...reality.The day of a return to reality is the loneliest and

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348418979354232551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873461966470703648.post-68874020082206368872008-11-27T09:01:00.004-05:002008-11-27T09:22:49.260-05:00

There's a pleasant promise in coming home to one's familial domicile...at times mingled with the dread of past experiences. Which rules the visit is a matter of personal identification...the ability to both overlook and embrace "what's always been".The soothing childhood sounds come back to you--coffee brewing in the morning, the crisp snap of the newspaper, the banter of parents (usually

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There's something peaceful and centering about baking bread. The velvety softness of freshly-sifted flour...the warm, sour smell of proofed yeast...the constant rhythm of kneeding the dough and forming the loaves or boules or what-have-you.I've been baking. It's my celebration of the season. It's bringing nature's bounty--wheat, millet, barley, oats, nuts and seeds, etc.--into a flavorful

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Merry Meet and welcome! 'Tis the time when Autumn draws to a close...a time of renewal. This is my favorite time of the year. The trees have almost exhausted their showiness, the breezes foretell the coming sleep, and the air is scented with the warmth of family fireplaces. It's the homecoming time.And you discovered this little home....so I welcome you in.Were you here in person, I'd pour you

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