witch’s garden

picking parsley
after dark
in my witch’s garden

a quiet & gentle therefore atypical page from my journal.

the other night i found myself searching under pitch black skies for some parsley for a tomato sauce i was making. i miscalculated a time or two, but once i put my hands in the lush & fragrant patch of parsley–thriving despite the cold nights here–i felt as if i had found a treasure.

sometimes i love homesteading with all my heart.

of course, later that night, i re-injured my back lifting the canning vessel onto my stove in order to can my tomato sauce…and have been in more pain than ever since.

and due to re-injuring my injury, i have been unable to send dusty back to wisconsin…sacrificing my mental health so that my back can mend…

so! much more anguished journal entries to come!

yay!