I had a revelation with Jow today. I realized I’m never going to be the type of Witch who revels in the great outdoors. I don’t like camping, I don’t like it when it’s too hot or too cold, I have weak ankles and fibromyalgia so my love for hiking is minimal at best. I live in a condo that has a power tower close by and I’ve always lived in a suburb or city. I find myself becoming attached to The Land (and I kind of always hear air quotes around that phrase when it applies to me to be completely honest) in ways I didn’t expect. Like taking an interest in buying from local farms whenever possible, trying to eat ethically raised meat whenever possible and taking interest in local semi-civilized places. Sandy Hook Beach. The Wildflower Preserve in New Hope. Dukes Farm. But even more locally with my tiny container herb garden, the offering tree we have in the small grove of trees in front of our burrow and our house spirits (who often like to hide things if we’re not home enough). My friend N. said that we’ve lived in one place for long enough now (almost five years) to start getting in tune with the local Wheel of the Year and with our tiny patch of land. Today we bought juicy fuzzy peaches and fresh sunny corn from our local farm stand and then toured Dukes Farm (I hope to get a patch of land in the community garden next year) and ate rich slices of organic liverwurst. I picked a sorbet palette of wildflowers and tonight we’ll make a shrimp boil. I’ve missed days like today more than I can tell you. I’ve been working most Mondays lately and our weekends have been a fast moving carousel of visits with friends, trips to the beach, brunches, circles with my sisters, visits with our families and outdoor markets with The Mermaid and The Crow. What little spare time we’ve been able to grab has been spent catching up on keeping our household running, research for me on my next project and shop related activities. We used to have at least one lazy day a week for us to recharge. I’m really glad we have today together.