This is one of the main ways we get around on the ranch. It's called a Mule and is quite handy really. When my family had first moved to the ranch about 5 years ago, and I had yet to spend much time there and had never even heard of this type of mule--I live about 2-1/2 hours away at the moment--my sister and I were talking on the phone and she happened to mention that my 75 year old grandmother and her husband Ken had gone up to the mail box on the mule. Now you can just imagine my reaction. The mail box for the ranch is out on the main road at the end of a 1-1/2 mile driveway. I had a picture in my head of the two of them riding down the road on the back of a big ol' mule--you know, the one with the long ears and four legs. I remember that I was like "what the hell?!" My sister quickly set me straight as we both busted up with laughter. If you knew my grandmother you would understand why. She stands all of 4 feet tall and is a round, plump little thing. The idea of her up on a great big mule--and her husband riding along with her-- is a little disconcerting to say the least. Too funny!
Welcome to Heartsease Hollow. They say it isn't the final destination, but the journey itself that really matters. This is mine... I am a woman, a wife, a mother, a daughter, a sister, a friend...and a witch.
This blog will be a journal of my path as all of those things. Gardening...being close to the earth...brings me a little peace in a rather chaotic life. I love watching things grow and being a small part of the process...so ya, I'll be blogging about that. My family keeps me on my toes with their antics...so ya, you KNOW I'll be blogging about that. I do not come from a long line of witchy descendants(that I know of). I have no claim to any special connection like that. Hey, I wish I did. All I know for sure, is that for as long as I can remember I have felt a witches blood flowing through my veins--even before I knew what that meant. I have heard the wind calling my name and felt the power emanating from the full moon. I have been lackadaisical in my studies thus far, and I want to change that. I want to rededicate myself to my path...so, ya, I will definitely be blogging about that. Come join me on this journey if you like. I can use all the help I can get.
The Heartsease, or Wild Pansy, very different in habit from any other kind of Viola, is abundantly met with almost throughout Britain. Though found on hedgebanks and waste ground, it seems in an especial degree a weed of cultivation, found most freely in cornfields and garden ground. It blossoms almost throughout the entire floral season, expanding its attractive little flowers in the early days of summer and keeping up a succession of blossom until late in autumn. (From Mrs. Grieve's Botanical.com)