So it's looking as if we'll be socked in, here in the MidAtlantic, for the better part of a week. I admit that, INTJ that I am, I'm a bit of a homebody and don't much mind time to myself, especially as long as my internet connection is working.
The fairies woke me up at about 3:00 this morning and, even though I'd shoveled off the front step before going to bed, I could barely open the front door for the weight of the snow against it. I shoveled off a bit more and then propped the door open so that I could at least get out this morning and shovel the steps off properly. At least another half foot has fallen since then. I tried, I did, to go around back and fill the bird feeders and push snow off of my two new lovely magnolias, but the snow was up to my sweet round ass and I just didn't think I could make it uphill and back. Feeble old woman. Landscape Guy says to let them be and we'll fix things in the Spring and I'm sure that he knows best.
Times like these, though, it's a good thing to commune with Hestia and ask her for a long list of things that need to be done around the house. Might as well start the Spring off, whenever it does come, with everything organized and neat and fixed up.
Hope that you are safe and snug and full of warm soup. This picture isn't much; it's shot through the screen of my screen porch; that door is shut tight by almost 4 feet of snow.
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 . . . ."