Really, how can anyone live w/o morning glories? They're there when you head out to work, too tired to go, and they make it all seem worthwhile. Out of all the Carnivales that I grew this year, I got only one pink. Reminds me of nothing so much as the pink gambling chips in the film Marie Antoinette w Dunst. "I am saying "goodbye."
I'm a woman, a Witch, a mother, a grandmother, an eco-feminist, a gardener, a reader, a writer, and a priestess of the Great Mother Earth. Hecate appears in the
Homeric Ode to Demeter, which tells of Hades who caught Persophone
"up reluctant on his golden car and bare her away lamenting. . . . But no one, either of the deathless gods or of mortal men, heard her voice, nor yet the olive-trees bearing rich fruit: only tenderhearted Hecate, bright-coiffed, the daughter of Persaeus, heard the girl from her cave . . . ."