It’s 59F and still very overcast, but likely to clear mid-day. Typical summer weather.
Yesterday as we were heading out, I actually managed to sit down and do my Daily Dozen. I’m running out of hawkweed, but there’s so much grass that the “dozen” actually gets me a decent swath of yard weeded. The roses need to be sprayed for black spot, so I’m going to pester Tempus about that and then see if I can get him to help me separate the one bog rosemary that’s put down roots in a concrete block.
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I got a lot done yesterday at the shop, but it doesn’t show at all. I processed some herbs early on, and did a reading, while Tempus was cleaning up some of the sorted bits from Sunday, then worked on pictures and my embroidery, but the majority of what got accomplished was sorting boxes.
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I have another stack of books on the shelves, a couple of which are collectibles, but most are culls from my mother’s dramatic literature library. I have another overflowing box that I have to read to decide whether I’m keeping them. I also found some pictures of my Mom in her 20’s from when her cousins were getting married, and some pictures of my grandfather from 1906 and 1912.
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In between Tempus moving boxes and me sorting, I worked on the needlebook project. I have a good bit more done. I’ll be taking some pictures later.
Of course, playing with all the boxes from storage with all the allergens that got stirred up I was sniffling and sneezing like crazy. When it got to be too bad, which was right around closing time, anyway, we closed up and I crawled into the tub right away. I still wheezed until around 2am, though.
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Today is chore day and I have to work on the newsletter, too. Once I have some good light I’m going to be doing needlebook project pictures, but that means that I have to get the living room sorted out a bit. The shop is starting to sort out, but the house is just… well, it needs to be worked on. I have boxes to put away in my study, too, photo albums in the living room, etc. The worst though, is the amount of laundry, which is all out on the porch.
There are piles of clothing, fabrics and blankets that had been boxed up that have to be laundered. Some of that will go into the shop “freebie” box. Now that the weather is nice, that box is outside on the weekends. A lot of it is kid clothing, but there are other pieces in there, which are all usable. I’m trying to mend things before they land in that box, but some of ’em, (like the knees-out pants that are probably better as cut-offs), aren’t really worth mending. Well, free is a good price!
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Today’s Feast is the Caprotinia (quoted from Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caprotinia )
“The Caprotinia, or feasts of Juno Caprotina, were ancient Roman festivals which were celebrated on July 9, in favour of the female slaves. During this solemnity they ran about, beating themselves with their fists and with rods. None but women assisted in the sacrifices offered at this feast.
Kennet says the origin of this feast, or the famous Nonae Caprotinae or Poplifugium, is doubly related by Plutarch, according to the two common opinions. First, because Romulus disappeared on that day, when an assembly being held in the Palus Caprae (“Goats’-Marsh”), suddenly a storm broke, accompanied with terrible thunder, and other unusual disorders in the air (see Plutarch’s Life of Numa). The common people fled all away to secure themselves; but, after the tempest was over, could never find Romulus, their king.
Or, else, from Caprificus, a wild fig-tree, because, in the Gallic war, a Roman virgin, who was prisoner in the enemy’s camp, got up into a wild fig-tree, and holding out a lighted torch toward the city, gave the Romans a signal to fall on; which they did with such good success, as to obtain a considerable victory.”
Today’s plant is Goldenrod, Solidago Canadensis. A good browse plant, although not shade-tolerant, it is one of the first plants to colonize burned-off areas. In Fukishima it has taken over the rice fields near the wrecked nuclear plant. – Feminine, Venus, Air – Wear a piece of goldenrod to see your future love. Hold a piece in the hand and it will direct you to things you’ve lost or buried treasure. If it blooms by your door without being planted, good fortune will follow. It’s also used in money spells and has the property of survival. Wiki article here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solidago_canadensis
The shop is closed on Tuesday/Wednesday, for our weekend! Spring hours are 11am-7pm Thursday through Monday. If we’re supposed to be closed, but it looks like we’re there, try the door. If it’s open, the shop’s open! In case of bad weather, check here at the blog for updates, on our Facebook as Ancient Light or call the shop at 541-563-7154.
Love & Light,
Today’s Astro & Calendar –
The Moon is New. New Moon – The beginning of a new cycle. Keywords for the New phase are: beginning, birth, emergence, projection, clarity. It is the time in a cycle that you are stimulated to take a new action. During this phase the new cycle is being seeded by your vision, inner and outer. Engage in physical activity. Spend time alone. VISUALIZE your goals for the 29.6-day cycle ahead. The new moon is for starting new ventures, new beginnings. Also love and romance, health or job hunting. Phase ends on 6/10 at 12:14pm. Waxing Moon Magick – The waxing moon is for constructive magick, such as love, wealth, success, courage, friendship, luck or healthy, protection, divination. Any working that needs extra power, such as help finding a new job or healings for serious conditions, can be done now. Also, love, knowledge, legal undertakings, money and dreams. Phase ends at the Tide Change on 7/22 at 11:16am.
If you have a dark enough sky, the Milky Way forms a magnificent arch high across the eastern sky after nightfall. It runs all the way from below Cassiopeia in the north-northeast, up and across Cygnus and the Summer Triangle in the east, and down past the spout of the Sagittarius Teapot in the south.
Venus (magnitude –3.9) is gradually gaining altitude, shining brightly low in the west-northwest in evening twilight. In a telescope it’s still quite small (11 arcseconds) and gibbous (89% sunlit). But for the rest of the year, watch it grow in size and wane in phase until becoming a long, ultra-thin crescent.
Goddess Month of Rosea runs from 6/13 – 7/10
Goddess Month of Kerea runs from 7/11 – 8/8
Celtic Tree month of Tinne/Holly – Jul 8 – Aug 4 – Energy and guidance for problems to come.
Runic New Year and half-month of Fehu/ Feoh, 6/29-7/13 Important in the runic year cycle, today marks beginning of the first rune, Feoh, sacred to Frey and Freya (Freyja), the lord and lady often worshipped in modern Wicca. It is the half-month of wealth and success. Nigel Pennick, The Pagan Book of Days, Destiny Books, Rochester, Vermont, USA, 1992, 1992
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Tinne Holly Jul 8 – Aug 4 – Tinne – (CHIN-yuh), holly – The holly (Ilex aquifolium L.) is a shrub growing to 10 m (35 feet) in open woodlands and along clearings in forests. Hollies are evergreen, and stand out in winter among the bare branches of the deciduous forest trees that surround them. Hollies form red berries before Samhain which last until the birds finish eating them, often after Imbolc. The typical “holly leaf” is found on smaller plants, but toward the tops of taller plants the leaves have fewer spiny teeth. Hollies are members of the Holly family (Aquifoliaceae). The common holly is often cultivated in North America, as are hybrids between it and Asiatic holly species. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Holly
Tinne – Holly Ogam letter correspondences
Color: Dark Grey
Meaning: Energy and guidance for problems to come
to study this month – Ioho – Yew – Ogam letter correspondences
Color: Dark Green
Letter: I, J, Y
Meaning: Complete change in life-direction or attitude. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taxus_brevifolia
Tides for Alsea Bay
Day High Tide Height Sunrise Moon Time % Moon
~ /Low Time Feet Sunset Visible
Tu 9 High 1:17 AM 7.5 5:41 AM Rise 7:16 AM 0
~ 9 Low 8:15 AM -0.9 9:02 PM Set 9:35 PM
~ 9 High 2:45 PM 6.3
~ 9 Low 8:13 PM 2.4
Affirmation/Thought for the Day – Diplomacy is the art of saying “Nice doggie!”…till you can find a rock.
~ Do it big, do it right and do it with style – Fred Astaire
~ Do what you can, for who you can, with what you have and where you are. – Unknown
~ Every moment holds a miracle waiting for someone to believe in it. – Chad Lilly
~ Example is not the main thing in life, – it is the only thing. – Albert Schweitzer
Deep with the first dead lies London’s daughter,
Robed in the long friends,
The grains beyond age, the dark veins of her mother,
Secret by the unmourning water
Of the riding Thames
After the first death, there is no other. – Dylan Thomas; from ‘A Refusal to Mourn the Death’
Amagansett Corn Salad – Anja’s version
Originally By Peter http://food52.com/recipes/224-amagansett-corn-salad
- 8ears of white corn
- 2quarts cherry tomatoes
- 3 tablespoons high-quality balsamic vinegar (If you add ginger to this you’ve got a sauce!)
- 1medium red onion
- 1quart sugar snap peas (green beans if the peas aren’t available)
- 1handful rough-chopped basil or flat-leaf parsley, cilantro or even finely chopped celery or spinach
- salt, preferably a large, coarse sea salt.
- Wasbi powder or horseradish, even ginger)
- Strip raw corn from ears. You can use a fancy corn stripper or just run your chef’s knife down the side of each ear about 8 times.
- Slice all cherry tomatoes in half or quarters depending on your preference.
- Chop the red onion into a large dice.
- If using the sugar-snap peas cut in half or thirds to make more bite-sized.
- Add some rough chopped basil or flat-leaf parsley for greens, even finely chopped celery.
- Toss all vegetables in a bowl, along with the vinegar, salt and pepper.
- That’s it. Enjoy!
1 teaspoon baking soda
3 cups sliced apples
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 teaspoon salt
2 cups sugar
3 cups flour
1 cup oil
- Combine all ingredients and mix well with an electric mixer or blender.
- Put into 2 greased floured pans.
- Bake at 300 degrees for 1-1/2 hours.
- Good for freezing.
Saint Phanourios Cake – August 27th, 2007
Color of the day: Gray – Incense of the day: Basil
This special cake is baked in honor of Saint Phanourios, a kindly saint who helps lovers find one another and is called upon to locate missing objects. Before you bake the cake, say:
Saint Phanourios, may your mother be blessed with eternal peace as you come to my aid.
1 cup sugar
1 cup oil
2 cups orange juice
1 tsp. baking soda
4 cups flour
3/4 cup raisins
3/4 cup chopped walnuts
Beat oil and sugar for 10 minutes or until creamy. In a separate bowl dissolve baking soda in orange juice (this has a tendency to foam over). Add flour, raisins, and nuts. Pour in an ungreased bundt pan or 9×13 cake pan. Bake 45 minutes at 350º F or until a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean.
By: Lily Gardner
Cherry Tomato Clafoutis – http://food52.com/recipes/344-cherry-tomato-clafoutis
Serves 4 for lunch
- 1/3cup whole milk
- 1/3cup cream
- 1/2cup flour
- 1/2teaspoon salt
- 1/4teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
- 12-14cherry tomatoes
- 2ounces goat cheese
- Preheat oven to 350, liberally butter a ceramic or glass baking dish (preferably round or oval)
- In a large bowl, whisk together eggs, milk and cream. Add salt, pepper, and flour, whisk until just combined.
- Place tomatoes into buttered baking dish, spread evenly. Pour custard mixture over top.
- Dot with goat cheese. Bake in oven until puffed and lightly browned, about 30-35 minutes.
- Serve warm with chopped fresh herbs/salad on top.
Every Wednesday morning for the past nine years, my wife has interrupted the usual flow of chaos by shrieking, “oh my gosh, it’s trash day!” The children, all three of whom are in various stages of school preparation, react to this statement as if she has just spoken Romanian, stopping and staring at her in numb incomprehension. “Hurry!” my wife urges them.
Being obedient children, they immediately proceed to hurry. However, with no specific instructions beyond that, they don’t seem to be hurrying to do anything in particular–certainly, trash collection is in no way involved. They bump into each other in the hallway a lot, shouting at each other to “get out of the way!”
“Gather up all the garbage!” my wife and I command. The kids respond by forming a committee to debate the fairness of this directive. After a brief discussion, they reach the consensus that everyone should be held responsible for his or her “own” junk. As corollary to this absurd principle, they initiate an anthropologic study into the contents of each receptacle. For example, since the parents cook, most of the trash under the sink is “theirs.” My oldest daughter haughtily declares that she “never” throws anything away. My son, checking through the downstairs trash can to gather evidence that he’s not accountable for that one, begins to feel remorse over some of the things he’s discarded, and starts pulling items out.
“We’re running late!” my wife warns. This could be our Official Family Motto.
I recently purchased a shredder for my confidential documents, only to discover I don’t have any confidential documents. However, a fifteen-year-old girl’s entire life is cause for secrecy, and I can hear her using the device now, grinding up correspondence from her friends in school. “We don’t have time for that!” I tell her. A few minutes later, my son joins her and begins shredding what sounds like a potato.
The school bus chugs by, and I pick up the phone to call the attendance line. “For absences, press 1,” the recording tells me. “For late arrivals, press 2. If you’re the Camerons calling because it’s trash day, press 3.”
“We’re pigs,” my oldest daughter announces. I regard her warily. “We throw away too much stuff.”
“It would be better just to dump it all on the floor in your bedroom like you do,” I agree.
Despite my expectations, a single garbage can has now found its way to the curb. My son places it in the center of the driveway, so that no one will be able to drive to work. A gusty wind blows an empty milk jug out of the container and into the woods. My boy responds with the reflexes of a glacier, watching the carton bounce away.
I open the door. “Hey!” I tell him. “Go get that!”
He stares at me blankly. “The milk jug!” I yell.
“Oh, okay, Dad!” he responds cheerfully. Having seen his bus pass by has put him in a euphoric mood. He picks up a second plastic milk container and, to my amazement, tosses it into the wind, jubilantly clapping his hands as it flies into the trees.
“Why did you do that?” I shriek.
“Well it seemed like a waste of time to go after just one!” he responds logically. He’ll make someone a fine husband someday.
All week long my children have been denying that the kitchen trash needs to be emptied, jumping up and down on the contents to compress them. As a result, when I drag the plastic container from under the sink, it weighs as much as a collapsed star. I wrestle it to the end of the driveway and the neighborhood dogs trot up to see what the Camerons will have on the breakfast buffet this morning.
My daughter is right; we do throw too much stuff away. By the time we’re finished, we’ve dragged so much junk out to the end of my driveway it resembles the inside of my garage. The shredder falls silent and the kids go to school, and what passes for peace at the Cameron house settles over the morning. Until next Wednesday.