Now I want to build a catapult to chuck seed bombs over fence to the land which was razed across my apartment building and nothing has been built there.
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 . . . ."
2 comments:
Great stuff!
Or, just walk around with a bag full of indigenous seeds in the rainy season.
Love,
Terri in Joburg
Now I want to build a catapult to chuck seed bombs over fence to the land which was razed across my apartment building and nothing has been built there.
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