We had a good soaking rain yesterday, a cool misty morning, and then sun. When I got home from work, the Autumn camellias had opened. I think this really is the v last thing that will bloom until either the snowdrops or the hellebores come in after Yule. (I'm interested to see which is first. My bet is on the snowdrops, as another name for hellebore is Lenten Rose, but you have to consider that my hellebores are planted on the Northern exposure and I've (just) planted the snowdrops on the Southern exposure, which likely gives them an advantage.)
What's the last thing to bloom on the land that you love/tend/are the witch of? What's first?
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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 . . . ."