Quickly…

I’m blowing on my fingers as I type. The air isn’t cold, exactly, but chill… it’s fall at last. But are we ready? I can see places where winter firewood ought to be, see tasks that want doing awaiting me at every corner of this wild, little homestead. Autumn. Shorter days, longer darkness. So many…

The Catholic Grimoire: Mother Cover

“O Virgin, we extol the great Grace of thy protection, which did spread out like a bright cloud beyond all understanding; Encompass us beneath the precious veil of your protection; deliver us from every form of evil by entreating Christ, Your Son and our God that He may save our souls.”    The feast of…