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moonroot: Baby Steps

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Paganism, Permaculture and Poultrykeeping on a Welsh Hillside. Sunday, 14 June 2015. Baby steps are what I'm taking, instead of trying to tackle the whole big mess in one impossible super-hero style whammy. That is never going to happen. But baby steps added together, one after another are enough. Each little task sorted, each little improvement or repair made adds up to get us a bit closer to the goal of bringing Halfway Up A Hill back to life again. 14 June, 2015 13:26. Thank you for this post. I a...

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moonroot: Beltane Altar

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Paganism, Permaculture and Poultrykeeping on a Welsh Hillside. Tuesday, 3 May 2011. Beltane Blessings to one and all! Your altar is beautiful! Happy Beltane to you and yours. 04 May, 2011 02:39. 04 May, 2011 16:45. This is truly a beautiful and powerful altar. I can sense it from way over here in the Mississippi Valley! 05 May, 2011 16:54. 11 June, 2011 06:24. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Halfway up a Hill, Wales, United Kingdom. View my complete profile. Halfway up a Hill. Visit My Etsy Shop!

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moonroot: Every Day, There Is Something New...

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Paganism, Permaculture and Poultrykeeping on a Welsh Hillside. Saturday, 18 April 2015. Every Day, There Is Something New. Every day there is something new. This morning, the first cowslips. Yesterday I heard the chatter of swallows for the first time this year (yes, they're back! And before that, lady's smock, blackthorn blossom, the smell of newly-mown grass, magnolia flowers, a slow worm basking in the sun. The same, yet different. Always growing, always changing, always revisiting what needs to b...

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moonroot: When is a Dead Frog Just a Dead Frog?

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Paganism, Permaculture and Poultrykeeping on a Welsh Hillside. Wednesday, 24 November 2010. When is a Dead Frog Just a Dead Frog? Detail from an altar at the Spiral Dance. Had there been a plague of frogs in this small seaside village? Had they spawned and then met some grisly end? No one else seemed to have noticed. I walked on, puzzled. I have mentioned on this blog before now the notion of being predicted by the weather. And when is a dead frog just a dead frog? How can we tell? Just a dead frog.

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moonroot: My Lawn is Full of Dandelions

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Paganism, Permaculture and Poultrykeeping on a Welsh Hillside. Monday, 18 April 2011. My Lawn is Full of Dandelions. My lawn is full of dandelions. Glowing in the sunlight, shivering in the breeze. My lawn is full of golden treasure. The lawnmower died last summer, and the once-tidy green expanse outside my window suffered a series of disastrous patchy scalpings for the rest of the year as I struggled to tame it with the strimmer. Golden treasure in more ways than one, they are the first spring food for ...

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moonroot: The 'C' Word, Part 4: Burning Bridges

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Paganism, Permaculture and Poultrykeeping on a Welsh Hillside. Sunday, 24 November 2013. The 'C' Word, Part 4: Burning Bridges. It was undoubtedly meant as a compliment, no matter how back-handed, but as I hadn't said anything about worrying about my weight it felt like a slap in the face. By the time her two week visit was up, I was ready to cheer when she got back on the plane to go home. She brightened briefly when T and I divorced, declaring joyfully, 'I have my old Wallis back! The next day - the da...

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moonroot: Real Miracles

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Paganism, Permaculture and Poultrykeeping on a Welsh Hillside. Sunday, 31 May 2015. Yesterday, IB and I watched in fascination as what seemed like hundreds of mayflies danced past on the breeze. Life story of the mayfly. Mate and produce eggs. So single minded is their purpose that. They have no mouths and do not eat. But as they dance and drift in great numbers their fleeting, fragile lives are a reminder of so much that is beautiful, precious, ephemeral. Photograph that allegedly shows fairies. The unf...

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moonroot: The C Word, Part 2: Three Weddings, and a Burial

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Paganism, Permaculture and Poultrykeeping on a Welsh Hillside. Tuesday, 15 October 2013. The C Word, Part 2: Three Weddings, and a Burial. In the summer of. In 1991, reader - I married him! Yes, I met T at the wedding of our friends Kevin and Ann. T and I were married for 17 years, and I thought we were pretty happy until he dropped a bombshell and left. And what better symbol of 'new beginnings' than a wedding? The significance seemed staggering when I made the connections. So IB and I travelled up from...

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moonroot: La Dia de los Muertos

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Paganism, Permaculture and Poultrykeeping on a Welsh Hillside. Tuesday, 16 November 2010. La Dia de los Muertos. Our final day in San Francisco was La Dia de los Muertos. The Day of the Dead (2nd November). In the UK, it is 'All Souls Day' and passes by pretty much unnoticed, but in Mexico and amongst some Mexican Americans in the US it is the occasion for a big celebration. There is a big parade through the streets of the Mission District. There were already many people assembled, and some of the costum...

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moonroot: Back In The Saddle Again...

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Paganism, Permaculture and Poultrykeeping on a Welsh Hillside. Friday, 23 July 2010. Back In The Saddle Again. And that was the end of my equestrian dreams. At the age of nine and a half I hung up my riding hat and decided to concentrate on becoming a secret agent instead. How often do we give up in the face of discouragement? When so many people with truly wonderful voices never attain stardom, how realistic is it for tone-deaf talentless wannabes to imagine stardom is just around the corner? On the oth...