Saturday, December 15, 2007

December’s Waxing Moon


I’m listening to “This Winter’s Night” by Mother Tongue, circa 1994

During the past week I’ve decorated the house to celebrate the return of the Sun - Solstice - under the guise of Christmas. Lights, tree and a collection of nutcrackers that began when my Son was seven.

Now, he is grown, but I’ve still managed to find a different Nutcracker for 2007. Someday he will take the collection to his home - yet another symptom of an “empty nest”.


The waxing moon is visible between the pine branches. It may snow tonight. The dark is crisp and cold.

I am grateful for the love in my life. It warms my heart even when I am alone.

Blessed Be,
Julie Epona

Saturday, October 27, 2007

A Precious Gift

My wonderful Son said to me as I was driving, "Mom, you've got to know how much I love you and how much I really appreciate all that you've done for me, that you're supporting [my decisions] now."

I told him that I felt like I'd let him down, that my plans had been to buy him a car at 16 and put him through college. My life has been so dramatically changed that this is now not possible.

He smiled and said to me, "Mom, I'm exactly where I want to be right now. Life is good and I love you."

I have invoked Ganeshe to protect and guide him throughout his life. I am so very grateful. If I do nothing else in this lifetime, I know that I have served the Gods well as a Mom.

Blessed Be,
Julie Epona

Friday, October 26, 2007

Why are all of the 'Girls' at the far end of the run?

Check out this video: The Girls of Penny Lane Farm



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Color in Northern Califa -

The Girls at 27 Weeks



Our very talkative hens are giving us 4 - 6 light-to-medium brown eggs each day. They all appear to be laying, with the exception of the two "Easter Egg" chickens.



Everyone seems fat, healthy and happy! They are truly funny girls.

We are sharing eggs with our friends.

Blessed Be,
Julie Epona

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Reaping what I’ve sown. . .



Gaia blessed my first garden with abundance. The various tomato vines were quite rewarding. I enjoyed the Yellow-Pear heritage and Roma tomatoes best, both were extremely flavorful and firm inside. The differences between our homegrown and the store-bought were significant, and well-worth the effort.

August 28th was a banner day!
My largest single-day harvest from the garden - tomato and eggplant stewed and served over polenta; fresh mozzarella with tomato and basil - delightful!

Marilyn, one of the Gold Sex-link hens, laid the first egg in the hen house. A pretty, brown egg measuring 1.846-inches. [Who knew we had a set of engineer’s calipers in the shop?]

Marilyn’s second egg measured 1.945-inches and by September 12th they measured 2.227”. She continued to be the only hen laying until about the 12th of September.

Now, at 21-weeks old, the Black Sex-link and one of the Australorps have also begun to lay.

Everything I’ve read has said that “hens lay first thing in the morning.” Well, not mine, at least, not yet. The first egg usually appears about 10:00, and the Black Australorp seems to like to get into the nesting box about 3:00 in the afternoon. Perhaps as they get older and the days get shorter, this will change. But, for now, these girls are truly My Chickens, where, preferably, “first thing” doesn’t happen before ten.


I’ve noticed a significant change in behavior with The Girls. Once a hen has produced an egg, she is much more willing to be petted and picked-up. It’s happened with each one - where before the hen would run away from me, now they squat at my feet and allow me to stroke their feathers. They no longer squawk when I lift them.

I saved the first egg’s shell. Now it rests on my Altar for Abundance and Joy. With this strong magic at the center of my life, I celebrate the Harvest.

Interesting things I’ve harvested online:
http://www.myspace.com/kttunstall
http://www.myspace.com/brucespringsteen

Have an Excellent Equinox,
Julie Epona

Sunday, July 15, 2007

House of the Mooning Dragon




I visited my dear friends, Sarah and Larry, this past week at the home in Mt. Shasta. The prevailing wind often turns their delightful Dragon to ‘moon’ the road. Today, she was enjoying the flowers with me.

Sarah is a gardener extraordinaire with the eye of a trained artist. Her gardens have inspired me for years. I call S. my “4-H Mentor” - she gives me advice on gardening and chickens. She’s also taught me to knit and bead, but those are stories for another day.




While my garden is bursting with tomatoes, Sarah’s is a riot of flowers: Poppies, Black-eyed Susans, various types sage and lavender, and lots of others whose names I can’t remember.



The Iris Labyrinth is a wonderful walking meditation. At a quiet, meditative pace it takes several minutes to complete the 11-levels to the Center and back to the Eastern entrance. When the Iris bloom it should make for a rather spectacular presentation, a colorful meditation, "Tout, touta, tout, tout, throughout and about. . . ."

Blessed Be,
Julie Epona