A week or so ago, Landscape Guy showed up, saying, "I have a gift for you, heh, heh, you're going to love it, heh, heh." I couldn't think what it could be, as planting season's really over and it couldn't be a plant, and well, I love presents, but what COULD it be? Finally, on Monday, our schedules jived and we got together on my porch for wine and cheese and, wow, Landscape Guy gave me a lovely copy of Black Magic and Purple Passion by Karen Platt, who is in some gardening writers' group w Landscape Guy.
My new favorite book.
I am just going through it and longing for, well, everything. If you love black flowers, this book is an amazing resource.
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 . . . ."