In what ways does spring bring about awakening in you? Do you clean your house? Can you see into some dark corners you have been avoiding? Do you sift through dead leaves to find new shoots of plant beings in your yard? In this blog, I’ll explore my recent musings on how spring is awakening …
This spring holds a little extra magic for me as several of my goats had the cutest, tiniest, sweetest kids you ever did see. The wonders of nature were on display as the moms quickly went into labor and had 2 little babes on the ground within 10 minutes and within 10 more the kids …
And the wheel turns to springand the wheel turns to spring… I got to hear that Crow song (Dance of Spring) frequently over the past year. It took a lot of rehearsal. Of course my human Mom would prance around the house singing “And the bunny turns to spring!” because she is ridiculous and likes to insert …
Ah spring, the time when everything seems new and possibilities are endless. Spring has always been my favorite time of year, with the summer stretching out in front of me, and all the plans…all the stuff I’m going to do and get done! As I sit here now, looking at several feet of snow on …
It’s finally my favorite time of year and the only time you humans really pay attention to rabbits. And you will pay attention. I recognize your favorite bra, and I will find it in the laundry and chew it to smithereens if you don’t. Ostara, or Spring Equinox is the holiest of holy-days here in rabbit world, …
It is spring in California and though we are still getting colder nights and days of rain, the days are getting longer and the chickens are responding by laying eggs again. Unlike in factory farms where lights keep the hens laying year round, my chickens take a break around winter solstice and don’t really start …
I was just my mother’s daughter. You may think that being the daughter of a goddess is all frolicking and flower picking and ambrosia and harps. Okay, it is all that. And it’s living life in the shadows—someone else’s shadow at that. A big, fat, Olympian, grain-filled, fertile shadow. I couldn’t exactly say that to Demeter. She’s too busy …
