Last Squees of the Year


Welcome to “things that make me go Squee”.

Yes, I’m LATE again, doing this on Friday and never got around to venting venting for WTF Wednesday, but I’m ready to squee with glee.

In honor of Pop Fiend’s attempt at decreasing drama for at least one day a week on LiveJournal by promoting “Drama Free Thursday” (for those who aren’t aware, my blog is crossposted to LiveJournal, my self hosted WordPress blog, Blogspot, and Facebook), I offer up my own “special” (in a rode the short bus kind of way) contribution, “Things that Make Me go Squee!!!

* Things that make me go squee!” may has become a regular Thursday spectacle production because “Squee” rhymes with “Drama Free”, and I’m trying to do my part.

I think that almost everyone occasionally forgets to celebrate and share good things. I know I do. Given the challenges of the last week and a half, I need to squee this week.

So in the spirit of putting “good juju” out there, here are the current things that make me go “SQUEE!!!”

I am LOVING my wonderful little house on the Hilltop which is often filled with friends/chosen family, art, music and love.

*no, it doesn’t look quite like this today (although there is quite a bit of frozen graupel and ice still on the ground and roof, I just love this picture)

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Here is a shot of said “thunder graupel” as we were getting pounded.



I had the best Christmas ever which started out with 16 friends/chosen family sharing Christmas Eve in my home, several visits to others on Christmas Day and even more Boxing Day events, culminating in a friend and I having margaritas in my hot tub.

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I’m exhausted (but in a good way)

girlfriends came over on Monday for a fun stitch and bitch session, I baked my infamous “wild blueberry scones of doom” complete with devon cream, Julie brought home made peppermint marshmallows and some wicked Barcardi 151 rum balls and a great time was had by all.

I’m 3 ½ balls of Chunky Mochi yarn into a 5 ball scarf. I’m hoping to be able to wear this (my first ever knitting poject) next week.

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Holiday cards are still arriving. Some are photos, some are hand made, some are all glittery (ooh! Shiny!) Winner for “best card of the year” goes to the hand drawn one on yellow ruled paper that has a diagram for a raccoon trap for a chicken coop. (I keep them up year round, so no worries if they’re “late”)


I appear to be the only person on the Hilltop who thaws and rotates my hummingbird feeder during hard freezes, so every bird in the hood is here, fighting over the feeder, perching in trees and in the case of this little guy, hanging out on my holiday lights on the porch.

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BadKitty wants a hummingbird very VERY badly

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I am enjoying a cozy morning in front of the fire with a latte in the mug that my friend Kelly sent me for the holiday (and the other hummingbird feeder thawing)

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I’m going to celebrate GMT +3 New Year (Moscow time) with my BFF this afternoon.

After that, I’m going to a GMT New Years Eve party at Don and Paquita’s

Then I’m going to be safely home and off the roads before tonight’s hard freeze (OK, it’s still hard freeze right now, but the roads will thaw for a couple hours this afternoon)

I was going to go to First Night with friends tonight, but with temperatures in the 20s and so much ice still on the ground up here, I’m going to just hunker down here at home to work on my annual New Years collage art project. I’m ready for some quiet time as we transition out of the holiday season. (that, and I have three parties to attend next week so I need some sort of break)

Happy New Year all!

And here are little smilies for all the squees left unsqueed

And of course, the greatest squee of all…

I am blessed to have really GREAT friends in my life

And you can see a lot of them here… (if I don’t have a picture of you here, send me one)

Insert “squee” of your choice here

I wish everyone a happy and drama free Thursday, as well as lots of things to go “Squee” over.




Mood: Gotta Squee


Tacoma Christmas Carols

I’m sure this has been done (ad nauesum), but I couldn’t resist a little holiday fun.

Here are some Tacoma Christmas Carol titles.

“Wet Christmas”

“Oh 253 Trees”

“All I Want For Christmas Is Free Parking”

“Do You Smell What I Smell”

“Have Yourself a Gritty Little Christmas”

“I Saw Three (Container) Ships”

“Grandma Got Run Over By The Light Rail”

“Here We Come a HarmonBrewing”

“Go Tell It On The Hilltop”

“Hark The Tacoma Revels Sing”

“Oh Little Zoo at Pt Defiance”

“God Rest Ye Merry Taco Men(s)”

“It Came Upon the Sounder Train”

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Mood: Sleep Deprived and Easily Amused


Solstice on the Hilltop

I was super excited to host my first Hilltop Solstice instead of having it at someone else’s house or trying to cram people in that tiny apartment as I had to do for the last several years.

This was truly the best solstice ever, entirely because of the wonderful friends and neighbors who came to celebrate (32 people showed up, OMG that’s awesome)

I drug the fire pit out of the basement and set up the Yule log on the lower branches cut from the tree.

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Of course, a huge log, even when surround by combustibles can benefit from the liberal application of tiki torch oil (citronella and cedar oil type).

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And away we go…

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It took several tries to get the first candle lit.

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Once we got the light from the Yule log (comprised of a log gifted to me my by friend and neighbor Jim, a bit of last year’s yule log, a cutting of the base and some branches from this year’s tree, the piece of the pear tree that blew down in the wind storm a few weeks ago, holly, bay laurel, lavender, sage, mugwort, hawthorn berries and roses from my yard and ashes from the 13 indigenous grandmothers) we carried the “solstice light” inside the house.

I did the annual reading talking about why solstice is a sacred time for so many world traditions and the commonality they all share.

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We then “passed the light” candle to candle around the circle (or rather an amoeba shaped circle that encompassed two rooms) while “The Christians and the Pagans” CD played. (singing, badly is not only allowed, but encouraged)

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When all the candles were lit we raised them to symbolize the return of the light and the light we hope to bring into the world in the coming season.

Then while the CD played, we sang a joyful rendition of “Here Comes the Sun” and went back into party mode.

I made my traditional solstice Crab Rangoons and stuffed mushrooms

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It was a fight to even get them out of the kitchen an on to the table. I was getting mugged trying to get out of the kitchen.

(although out of foucus, this picture cracks me up… I’m yelling “HOT” and Patricia looks worried that rangoons will fly)

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I LOVE Z’s eyes in this picture.

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Here comes the sun baby… here comes the sun (and it’s gonna be allright 😉


Mood: Exhausted, but in a good way



Happy Winter Solstice (to those in the Northern Hemisphere; happy Summer Solstice to our friends South of the equator)

I typed this up last night, but wanted to post it today, the day of the actual event which is 3:38 PM Pacific Standard Time. (11:38 PM GMT).

This is the darkest dark of winter. This is IT! The days will slowly get longer again.

Winter Solstice is the promise of new life; we really won’t notice the days getting longer until closer to Candlemas/Brigid/Ground Hog’s Day.

Tonight I will gather with a group of friends (in my new home… YAY!!!) to celebrate the solstice. There will be food, drink and friendship. We will do our annual observance. I will have to burn the Yule log in the firepit outside, but that’s OK. (note to self, drag fire pit out of the basement before company arrives).

I will carry the light inside so that it can be passed to everyone in the circle. And then there will be more fun, food and drink.

Each year, I love to post the Northern Exposure video to the story Raven Steals the Light being told (I’ve used it for the children’s story at Solstice rituals in years past)

It is a traditional story from the Northwest Coast and Alaska.

I like this Northern Exposure version.

Not everyone knows this, but the town of ‘Cicily Alaska” is about an hour and a half from where I live, and is in fact Roslyn Washington (yes, I’ve been to The Brick)

and here’s another wonderful story of light in a magical part of the world (the Great Pacific Northwest)…

And of course, my traditional Solstice post/greeting…

On this night, around 3,000 years BC, a very special event unfolds at a place we now call Newgrange. A group gathers around a large circular stone structure. A drumbeat resounds across the mist-shrouded hills of ancient Ireland, bump bump… bump bump… bump bump…; The heartbeat of mother earth. The scent of incense mingles with moss, moist earth and the burning torches. All gaze hopefully towards the eastern horizon. After what seems like an eternity, it happens, the rising sun begins its ascent. Once again all attention is turned to the structure with great anticipation. Suddenly an intense shaft of light pierces the innermost chamber of the structure, illuminating a stone basin adorned with carvings of spirals, eyes, solar disks, and other sacred symbols. A joyful sound rises from the crowd, who then begin to dance ecstatically. For the darkest darkness of winter has passed, and the light has returned. Soon: the hills will be covered in fresh green grasses and wildflowers, trees will bloom and set fruit, animals will give birth, the songs of birds will fill the skies. The cycle of life will continue. The world, once again, has been reborn.

Tonight we celebrate an event, which predates our modern religious celebrations, an event as old as time its self. Just as events like this were observed at Newgrange Ireland, we find similar ancient architectural wonders based on solstices and equinoxes all across Europe, Asia, The Americas, Indonesia and the Middle East. Thousands of years ago, these monolithic structures were built and elaborate ceremonies held, out of reverence for the cycle of life, and perhaps the fear that without human intervention, the sun would not return.

At the winter solstice, the tilt of the earth on its axis, is such that our hemisphere is leaning farthest away from the sun, our days are shortest and the sun is at the lowest arc in the sky. For thousands of years, our ancestors honored the cycles of life: solstices, equinoxes, harvests and plantings. The winter solstice is perhaps the most sacred of these celebrations. So sacred in fact, that modern religious observations all over the world take place on or near the time of the solstice. Solstice observance is not a celebration that excludes or dismisses any other religious celebration; rather it is the common bond of many modern and not so modern religions.

The time of the winter solstice represents death and rebirth, just as corn stalks wither and die in the fields in the fall, so does the symbolic god give his body to nourish the earth, only to be reborn of the goddess again on this darkest night. The original divine birth. Is it any wonder then: that the Christian church chose this sacred time of the year to celebrate the birth of Jesus, the Hebrew people to celebrate the Festival of Lights, or Native Americans and other aboriginal peoples to celebrate their sacred events?

Solstice is not only a time to celebrate the retreat of darkness and the return of the light, but it is a time to look inward, at the darkness within ourselves and to embrace it. For without darkness, there would be no light. Without challenge, there would be no triumph. It is a time to celebrate the death of old habits, thought patterns, and difficulties, a time to celebrate a spiritual renewal. The darkness gives us all a chance to embrace and work through our own darkness, so that like the earth, we may also be renewed.

L. Lisa Lawrence
Copyright 1998

Here’s our observance from 2007 (the video is just too much fun!)

Here are the songs from the video, my favorite Winter Solstice songs…

“The Christians and the Pagans” by Dar Williams

Amber called her uncle, said, “We’re up here for the holiday,
Jane and I were having Solstice, now we need a place to stay.”
And her Christ-loving uncle watched his wife hang Mary on a tree,
He watched his son hang candy canes all made with red dye number three.
He told his niece, “It’s Christmas eve, I know our life is not your style,”
She said, “Christmas is like Solstice, and we miss you and it’s been a while.”

So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table,
Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able,
And just before the meal was served, hands were held and prayers were said,
Sending hope for peace on earth to all their gods and goddesses.

The food was great, the tree plugged in, the meal had gone without a hitch,
Till Timmy turned to Amber and said, “Is it true that you’re a witch?”
His mom jumped up and said, “The pies are burning,” and she hit the kitchen,
And it was Jane who spoke, she said, “It’s true, you’re cousin’s not a Christian,
But we love trees, we love the snow, the friends we have, the world we share,
And you find magic from your God, and we find magic everywhere.”

So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table,
Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able,
And where does magic come from , I think magic’s in the learning,
‘Cause now when Christians sit with Pagans only pumpkin pies are burning.

When Amber tried to do the dishes, her aunt said, “Really, no, don’t bother.”
Amber’s uncle saw how Amber looked like Tim and like her father.
He thought about his brother, how they hadn’t spoken in a year,
He thought he’d call him up and say, “It’s Christmas and your daughter’s here.”
He thought of fathers, sons and brothers, saw his own son tug his sleeve,
Saying, “Can I be a Pagan?” Dad said, “We’ll discuss it when they leave.”

So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table,
Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able,
Lighting trees in darkness, learning new ways from the old,
And making sense of history and drawing warmth out of the cold…

And of course, the required Solstice tune…

“Here comes the sun” by the Beatles

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
and I say it’s all right

Little darling, it’s been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it’s been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it’s all right

Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it’s all right

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes…
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes…
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes…
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes…
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes…

Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been clear
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
and I say it’s all right
It’s all right…

In a little over eight hours, the world is reborn again and will be filled with exciting possibilities!


Mood: Here Comes the Sun!!!


Happy Holidays!!!

Dear friends….

for those I don’t exchange physical snail mail cards (my favorite kind) with; I have put the card as well as BadKitty’s infamous holiday letter on the web for your amusement.

for those in the area who may or may not have received an invite, I am hosting a winter Solstice event on Tuesday the 21st at my place.

I will also be hosting my annual Christmas Eve dinner on Friday for those who don’t have family in the area, have travel plans change at the last minute or who don’t celebrate Christmas, but would like to come over for dinner.

Email, comment or message for details on either of those events if you’d like to come.

*head’s up, Wine Hog will be on February 5th, in my home.  Hosting it off site last year seemed to hurt attendance, so I won’t be doing that again 😉


Mood: Happy for the Holidays


In One Piece and Only Slightly Frozen

For those who live here, none of this is news, but we’re in the middle of a deep freeze (with an added bonus of snow/ice storm and high winds knocking out power)

I’ll write up a more detailed report of stuff in general later (I’m working from home today) but wanted to let folks who have been seeing the news coverage know that I’m one of the lucky ones.

A group of us did the “Let it Snow” bike ride on Sunday. It was snowing (we sang “Let it Snow” at the tops of our lungs for most of the ride) and we cut the ride a bit short so as not to be caught out (especially not across the bridge) when it started to stick. That was a good call as it was sticking when I finally got home from the HUB.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you the “Snopocalypse PreFunk Ride” – Here we are on the one non-snowy portion of the ride on the Tacoma Narrows Bridge

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Sunday was a snowy night… Here’s what we woke up to

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I woke up Monday morning (normally I have Mondays off, but I wanted to work Monday and take Wednesday off instead for Thanksgiving prep work) and even though I “could” have put the truck and four wheel drive and gotten down the hill, that little voice inside my head (that I always regret not listening to) said, “Oh HELL no.”

I logged into work from home and said that due to the wet snow in the ice and the steepness of the hills I have to come down to get to the train station or freeway, I would wait until conditions improved to try to come in.

Improve they did NOT.

This bus accident happened on the hill I would have had to drive down

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and then the “Interstate incidents” started. One by one interstates and highways became blocked by disabled semis and spun out cars. This went on all morning, and only got worse in the evening.

Buses crashed (over 200 metro buses were disabled last night), even the trains were affected. Interstates closed down completely as people abandoned their disabled/out of gas vehicles for fear of freezing to death in the single digit (with wind chill) temperatures. Some people spent TEN hours stuck in stuck in their cards on I-5, some even had to spend the night in their cars. They were out this morning checking cars for people who might not have gotten out last night.

Of course, all the abandoned cars make it difficult for snow plows and sand/salt trucks to get around and do their jobs.

The unfortunate combination of an Arctic Blast with sustained temperatures in the teens (negative temps with wind chill) wet snow and ice was bad enough, but then another wind storm blew in. Puget Sound Energy reported 66,000 without power, Tacoma power had 9,200 and there were numerous outages reported by Peninsula and Seattle Light companies as well.

Last night was a very dangerous night to be without power and an alternate heat source.

I am one of the lucky ones. I have a freestanding gas fireplace (SO glad I put it in this summer before I needed it) gas hot water and a gas stove to cook on.

I have insulated the pipes, keep heat on in the basement, and am making sure the faucets are dripping a bit in case they do freeze so they won’t burst.

All my trees stayed upright although I’m worried about some of the smaller ones just breaking off and my bay laurel is making very disturbing creaking noises because it’s frozen. If that one comes down (not too likely) it could take my roof off the back of the house and kill the grape arbor and green house.

I kept hearing something shatter and hit the window last night. I finally realized that it was icicles breaking off the eves of the roof.

It’s not going to get above freezing for several days, and it’s supposed to be 13 degrees tonight in Tacoma. I may have to bring the chickens (who were NOT amused one bit by their first snow fall) into the basement to avoid frostbite on their combs and wattles and I’m spending a lot of time going back and forth to replace their frozen water with fresh water.

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The hummingbirds are keeping me busy rotating frozen feeders with thawed ones. Apparently I’m the only one in the neighborhood doing so because there is a major feeding frenzy going on out there right now. Those poor little guys and girls need all the energy they can get to over winter here, especially in a year like this.

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For anyone not from here that wonders why a relatively small amount of snow (compared to other places) causes such gridlock…

It’s the ice baby… the snow here is super wet and sits on top of a layer of ice.

Here’s a video taken last night in Seattle (I give a solid score of “10” to the white car doin gthe loop de loops, and I’m so glad the bus didn’t flip over like ours in Tacoma did.

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Yeah, it’s going to be interesting for a few more days.

Hopefully it will thaw so that I can make my trip to Norpoint and Seattle Thanksgiving morning.

I don’t plan on being a statistic (one man died on I-5 in Tacoma last night), on the news or in a YouTube video for my foolish choice to travel.


Mood: Cold


Storm Damage!!!

Last night a violent storm blew in and pretty much ravaged our region. (for those of you that live here, who actually have power and internet, this is not news)

Over 160,000 people lost power, 45,000 right here in Tacoma (I was in an odd four block island that did have power)

In addition to two of my attic windows blowing in (frames and all) my ginormous 60-100 year old pear tree came down.

It is dangling from the phone/cable/internet lines (power comes in from the front thank goodness) the garage (can’t tell how badly damaged that roof is yet) and the 100 year old hawthorne tree.

It is going to take out my fence and the neighbor’s truck (which I’m about to ask them to move if they are home) if I don’t get it down (bit by bit) right away.

If anyone who doesn’t have their own mini disaster to clear out would be willing to come by with ladders and chainsaws today, I would be eternally grateful; I’d like to keep the damage to a minimum and need to get this thing down today.

Thank goodness my new phone has the 3-G hotspot feature (I love my Droid) or I’d have no internet at all.


Mood: Stresssed


Olympic Mountains – Land of the Gods

Despite having put an invitation to this hike out to 107 people on my personal email list, ?775 “adventurers” on one of my meetup groups and 6792 on NW Hikers, no one wanted to do it. Seriously… 7674 people and no one was willing or able to do the trip.

My long time hiking buddy Don called at the last minute and went with me. I’d have done it as a solo trip, but it was nice not to have to drive alone and we’ve been hiking together for so many years that

We left Tacoma bright & early, made a few food, coffee and bathroom stops (note to self, tasting several varieties of red wine you’re not familiar with and eating your weight in hummus the night before a trip is not so smart, it leads to lots of bathroom stops)

It was gray and cloudy all the way from Tacoma to the entrance to the Olympic mountain range just out of Sequim. As we climbed higher and higher up the windy dirt forest service roads, we broke through/above the clouds and were treated to a stunning panorama

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We hit the Upper Dungeness trail at 9:20 AM. We had a mile of Forest Service trail before taking the cut off up the Royal Basin trail and up into Olympic National Park.

There were lots of interesting fungi in the forest, but since we had a long LONG way to hike and wanted to do something new and different by getting off the trail before dark, I resisted the urge to photograph most of them. This shelf fungus with the rainbow drops on it was too cool to resist.

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I was also somewhat enamored with these cute little orange shrooms

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The first part of the trail went though what can only be described as a “fairy forest”

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Soon the trial opened up into a stunning alpine panorama

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It was still a darn long slog to get to the lake. Every time the trail would climb, level out and get back near water, it wouldn’t be the lake.

Finally, we hit the riparian zone of the lower meadow.

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Almost immediately we began the 800+ foot climb to the lake basin.

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It was worth the climb.

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After we wandered around the lake we headed up to the upper meadow.

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Where of course, I had to do my best/worst Julie Andrews impersonation.

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We lingered a bit too long, but enjoyed the twilight walk back to the trailhead as the fading light magically illuminated the mountainsides.

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Some say that the Gods live on Mt Olympus in Greece.

I think they live here in our Olympic Mountains.

After ten hours, 15.8 miles and 4,893 feed of cumulative elevation gain we exited the trail in the dark (not dark enough that we needed our headlamps) and headed down to Sequim for Mexican food and a margarita.

Next time, this will be an overnight backpacking trip so that we can explore the upper basin as well. I think 15 miles is my limit for a one day hike.

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Why yes, I am exhausted and today was a slug day 😉


Mood: Super Tired



Yesterday was (by modern calendar standards, pish) the festival of Lughnasadh.

It is the first of three harvest festivals which celebrates the early harvests, berries, wheat and barley (which means BEER… Yay beer). It is also celebrated as Lammas or “loaf mass” after the wheat harvest.

Lughnasadh is not only a harvest feast in honor of Lugh of the Tuatha De Danan’s foster mother, Tailltiu, but also games (as part of the funeral celebration) It is also believed in some circles that the games (also believed to be the precursor to modern Olympic games) represent the battle between Lugh and Balor.

No matter which version one observes, it celebrates the harvest and involves food (often baked bread) and physical activity.

It occurs between the Summer Solstice and the Autumn Equinox

Although I don’t hold to a modern calendar for such things (come on people, our ancestors didn’t have them it was about the sun, moon, stars, plants and animals…) I ended up observing Lughnasadh yesterday despite it being the “assigned” modern calendar day.

I started out by waking up and baking, not bread (didn’t get my starter reactivated in time for actual bread) but scones.

Yummy tasty sconey goodness with blueberries. Quite fitting for Lughnasadh if you ask me.

I already updated on much of the harvest progress here

After that, was the “games” portion of the day, my best friend and I went for a five mile waddle (I couldn’t really call what I did after three months off training a “run”) out at Chambers Creek. I forgot how steep those nasty swtichbacks are. I only managed to run 2/3 of the way up before I had to stop and walk.


After a quick break for some liquid refreshment, another friend of ours came over for a shorter walk (he’s recovering from foot surgery) and we wandered over to the Chambers Creek Labyrinth.

After the run, the walk and the socializing, I needed to do something.

I needed to burn the lies (those who aren’t familiar with said terrible and life altering lies can read about them by clicking here)

After it was just Molly and myself, without ritual or pontification, I burned the letters and legal documents in her fire pit. The ashes were not scattered, they were not used for anything. They were stirred down to nothing, which is what I intend for them to be from now on.

Just before the burning, I plucked a tiny oak, still partially in it’s acorn out of some dry bark alongside the road. It would not have survived there. I carefully put it in a pot to bring home.

It is a Garry Oak, the only oak that is native to Western Washington or British Columbia. They don’t like to be transplanted because they send down very long tap roots; but since this one has a tiny tap root, was still partially in the acorn, and the weather is cool and moist, I am hoping for the best (just to be safe, I gave it a nice drink of vitamin b-12)

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My neighbors Jim and Tony gifted me with a small Rowan (Mountain Ash) tree which I planted in the back.

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The addition of these trees along with my Hawthorne that was already here gives me “Oak, Ash & Thorn”. As an added bonus, I already had Holly and Bay Laurel (Myrtlewood) on the property. I have the sacred Celtic Tree thing covered 😉

The day ended with an interesting sunset created by the smoke from the fires in British Columbia (the smoke also gave me a killer sinus headache and caused me to miss roller skating that night)

this photo was taken by Jitvanzoo and appears on the KOMO news website

This morning was the “big day” for the back porch.

I went to Home Depot, measurements in hand to purchase screen doors.

Nothing in this old house is “standard” and I can’t buy a stock screen door. Getting one custom made is shockingly expensive.

I opted to just screen off the back porch with a retractable screen.

Now I can keep the back door open in the afternoon to bring in cool air from the cool side of the house and can sit out on the screened porch any time I like.

There is plenty of summer and indian summer left. I plan on enjoying this for a long time before winter hits.

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BadKitty is somewhat curious but not overly excited about the new expanse of her domain.

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Wishing everyone blessings of the season.


Mood: Mellow