Waiting for Butterflies
By Monica Shaner Now we enter the lull in the season. The slack sailed time between the rush of planting and the life- storm of…
By Monica Shaner Now we enter the lull in the season. The slack sailed time between the rush of planting and the life- storm of…
By Monica Shaner We celebrate Brigid at the waning of winter. As though Brigid is a goddess of Spring. This seems strange to me in…
by Monica Shaner Imbolc has come and gone. The lambs suckle, balancing on wobbly new legs. The snowdrops are blooming, and buds swell on the…
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