Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Resurrection Water

As you know the past 6 months have been hard. These things just happen, no one person can always have a great day, week, month or in my case several months. So last week was my birthday. It was a quiet day, as all my celebrations had been over the weekend. I was gifted with great food, cake and presents. Last year was a big year for me and I had stressed myself out. I am very glad to have had a nice quiet birthday this year.

A fellow witch who we will call D. came over to pick up some flying ointment. I had helped him out with supplies for his coven last Samhain and he gifted me with a few little gifts. I always try to reciprocate even if it is MONTHS later. I had finally strained this batch of herbs and made made my third and most potent brew. I sold out of all the large ones locally, all but one. I had one left and it had D.'s name all over it! When he stopped by I was just finishing up with an emergency henna client. We had hennaed several places for a show she had coming up, and for whatever reason, it did NOT like her upper hip, we were finishing up very quickly as D. arrived. We got to talk of poisons and he showed me the most beautiful ritual knife I have seen. As he was wrapping the knife back up we reminisced that we had the same birthday! He reminded me about some particular astrology notes regarding our birthday. This gave rise to a few ideas of what to do magically, on my birthday.

Since no one had any big plans for me that night I decided to take the night to myself. I cleaned the magic room first, as I have been using it for research and books were strewn across the floor with various notes, sketches, and random bits of bone, shell, and rock packed in baskets and on glass dishes. That is how I roll in the magic room, when I work, I work! Tonight was different though because it was my birthday. I decided to work some personal magic with sigils, black scrying water, a hand made ancestor candle from the last batch and Resurrection water made from the Rose of Jerico.

A resurrection plant or Rose of Jerico or Selaginella lepidophylla  belongs to the spikemoss family.  It has been used as an antimicrobial and can ease sore throats, and colds (please consult your doctor before use) Traditionally it is used in hoodoo and similar practices for various magical reasons. The plant looks like a small tumble weed, brown and brittle. Though the plant in itself is magical it was the water and the actions that take place in the water that truly hold the power, at least for me. Once the roots of the plant have been submerged into water the plant begins its resurrection process. It opens slowly over a few hours. Once the plant has come to life I remove some of this life giving water and use it in other workings. Any working which requires transformation, rebirth, and forward movement would be an appropriate use for this plant. 

I have been working with the resurrection plant for coven rituals lately. We have been using the water left in the dish after it has opened for healing rituals. The plant's energy is quiet, but very strong. I started by taking the bottle of water from the spring I collected several weeks ago, on my excursion to the hot springs with "the bestie". I poured the water over my hands into the bowl letting the OLD flow off into the bowl and onto the dead miniature tumble weed seated in my sacred blue bowl. Though not dead, it was dormant and looks like it is barely clinging to life curled up just hanging on, keeping its energy reserves for when it really needed it. The blue bowl is the same blue vessel you see throughout the blog in various states. It has become my main water working tool and for this rite it was creating change by being the cauldron or vessel of change. It held the dried and cracked plant crumpled tight in to the shape of the ball. As the water rushed over my hands I released all the old, and everything I wanted gone. Ritually cleansing and releasing everything old and worn out into the bowl. I went into my ritual bare, clean and ready to really take that leap and go into the next birth cycle free of old chains and pains. (Physically and emotionally)

I took myself into an altered state with a mixture of intoxicating herbs, ointments and incense, I chanted along with a playlist of deep songs that put me into an amazing trance state. They sent me right where I wanted to go... As the music faded away I came down from my flight to work a little magic on my birthday night. I had received a gift of a Henbane root in a black box several months ago. It had been more of an altar decoration than anything else. Then in the last moon cycle I began to work with it. I opened it up and gave it an offering of my blood. It has rested since. After my flight, I opened the box and ask for its spirit to aid me in my work. When my rite was finished the resurrection plant had bloomed. The blooming of the plant in conjunction with my rite symbolized in the physical world, what I had worked magically in the otherworld.

The next day copper dragonflies swarmed my head as I harvested the herbs from the garden for burnable herb bundles which some call smudge sticks. I have never seen so many dragonflies in Arizona! In fact not since I was Florida have I seen that many dragonflies! Their presences acknowledges my rite worked, and very speedy at that! Thanks to a little extra punch from Jupiter...

If you want to make your own Resurrection water simply place a resurrection plant (of either variety) in a bowl of water. After a few hours add a little more water because it absorbs the water very fast. Thank the plant for its help and energy then remove the water you need. Replace the plant and add just a little more more. It is important to remember to water from underneath. You don't want to soak the top of the plant because it may mold quickly. You can also add rose petals, herbs or stones to the water or bowl but always check to make sure they are safe for the plant and your magical working. You want to use water from a fresh source as they don't love ocean water very much. This is a plant of miracles, it can lay dormant with no water for many many years, possibly up to 50! The Resurrection water can be used for many reasons. Floor washes, personal cleansing, herbal remedies, and any magic that involves rebirth! 

Monday, June 23, 2014

The Rose Thorn Charm

Slathered in homemade flying ointments of nightshade and fly agaric, I waded through the waters of the forest creek. I dropped pansies from my garden as an offering and sacrifice to the spirit world. I walked against the current untill I heard a call, a tug at my heart strings. I saw the seductive silver of the artemisa and nightshade. A single purple flower with a bright yellow pistil and anthers stuck out and drew me in. I instantly knew I had permission, it is almost as if she drew me in. There was no need to ask she beckoned me over and I thanked them. I harvested several branches and placed them in my harvesting basket. I walked for a while before heading back to my family picnicking by the river for lunch. I thought I had finished collecting plants, but I was not quite done. There to my right, standing high above the rest of the silver weeds were green and brown striped balls glistening in the sun. There were exactly three on a dried and twisted silver nightshade twig, my charm was almost complete. I collected fallen bark, droplets of sap from the ground, some wild weeds and then I waded in the waters and regenerated. I crossed the river back to my family and after an enjoyable day returned home.

The rose, the first to bloom on this plant the second for an offering. This one white on the outside and deep blood red on the inside. It whispers to me words of bone and blood. I combine the rose with it's extra sharp, needle fine thorns, with the prickly weeds and silver nightshade. This formed the perfect combination for the charm I needed. Beauty and bane, bone and blood...tied with a black cord this protection charm now hangs in the magic room. I warn visitors not get too close to this beauty, she has a sharp bite. There were many sacrifices in this making this magical charm. Sharp pricks sticking my flesh as I wrap the cord around it reminding me that everything has a price. All great works of magic cost, the price is always different and never easy. The cord wound tight, the sacrifice given, incantations whispered and life given...

Friday, May 23, 2014

Becoming the Witch on the edge...

Now that school is done and I have caught up with 80% of the things I needed to do, I have been considering my path again. This is something that I re-examine on a regular basis, but sometimes I reach a point where I find myself at the crossroads. Lately I find myself there quite a bit. Not always, but many times standing at the crossroads can be a signal of a death/rebirth cycle. This is where I currently find myself. Things around me are changing, things are dying. Things I thought were solid are not. People I trusted I no longer trust. Friendships ending, beloved cat leaving. All the security blankets taken away...

I became this insane woman so focused on things like academia, business, movement, and other airy things. I lost myself. Sometimes it happens, sometimes we have a moment where we say "hey I need to go on this journey" and so we do. There are ups and downs, and reasons we went on the journey to begin with. However along the journey sometimes we loose ourselves. Up till last night this is what I thought. I had completely compromised who I was trying to fulfill all these requirements I had placed on myself, or so I thought! You see just when you loose yourself and feel like you are standing naked in front of the world raw and open you look deeper past all the superficial things and into the core of who you are. When you wash off the dirt you can see the roots, their size, strength, and exactly how they are formed. This is what happened for me...

Years ago I wandered down the Wiccan path, first the eclectic path, then the initiatory path. It filled the gap and gave me the confidence I needed. I then wandered down the path of the Reiki Healer. It also filled a hole that needed to filled. I had to learn how to heal. I wandered down the path to Avalon. I found home here, or at least for a while. You see one can not live in Avalon all the time, but if I felt at home there, then where did I belong in this world? After the loss of my mentor I spent the last few years in a state of wandering. Wandering here and there. I found Traditional Craft an found that there are some aspects I loved like the history and folk magic and some things not so much. I learned that I am most happy working water magic, and I have the best results. I learned that plant spirit work was just as important to me as regular spirit work. I learned that plants, nature and death were a vital portion of my craft. I learned that I am not interested in diabolical craft. However the academic portion does interest me! (Just not as a practice) You see I believe in being balanced. So I acknowledge that the dark is as important as the light. I learned I was not impressed with the modern Wiccan/Pagan movement, and many other things about my path. Sound familiar? Not the white light and not the diabolical craft either, but balance. One can not live in the extreme of either and maintain balance. Read more about my thoughts on that here and listen to me babble on in a video here

To go forward you HAVE to go back.

I worked snake and wild carrot medicine among the swamp waters and cypress trees. I worked with the great weavers, and the dark mysteries of the waters, I was a Witch. I just had no idea at the time that this was the case because I was only 10. After fierce studying  as an adult that is exactly what it was. I learned that going back to my roots does not mean going back to where I first learned about the craft, it was when I first started practicing the craft. You might wonder how a pre-teen who has never hear of these things could be practicing them. I do not know if it is faery blood, as some call it, past life memory as others might, but I just was and I knew who I was then, there was no label and no politics...

I think it is time to take you back into deep memories. When I was a young girl I grew up quite different than many. We lived a very simple life, part time latchkey kids and full time fun! My dad finished school and found a good job. It was about then, in my pre-teens that we moved into a new home. We were all proud of this home, for us it was our first home we had ever had built and we had great pride. My parents were smart they chose a home that was alongside a wetland preserve. Nothing could be built behind us, and like much of the Florida habitat it was swamp land. This here was the beginning of my journey. My mother home schooled us for reasons that don't need to be mentioned. However this did play an important role in establishing my roots. Besides spending most of the summers on the hot beach in Daytona, I would spend much time in the forest/swamp behind my house. I would finish my work, grab my boots and be gone. Another important part of this was that the neighborhood was under construction. This meant dumpsters full of supplies! We recycled some of those supplied into a "tree house" well it wasn't a tree house because there was no tree. It was a little cottage on stilts on the edge of the property line and partially into the hedge. It sat on the boarder of this world. Each day I physically crossed the boarder into the swampy forest. I spent all my time gathering charms, snakes, feathers, flowers etc. I hung them in the cottage, placed them in jars etc. I was known in the neighborhood for identifying snakes. We would get all sorts of calls about me coming to see if this snake was poison or not. In fact I once was grounded for catching a pygmy rattler in a jar, I also caught a baby coral snake that got me busted as well. These are all energies of the Witch. Not the ceremonial Witch, but the energies of the Hedge Witch and the Hedge Rider (Read about the differences here)

This was the time that my dreams started. I have seen spirits since I was very young, but my dreams began about this time. Or I should more accurately state that I remembered my dreams, and noticed patterns. I had dreams of the future and the past. My empathetic abilities were turned on, I lashed out like an angry tidal wave, unable to control the feelings from a hundred different people at once. I have a good control of it now. However I still do melt down here and there I know what this is. It took me years to control the flood of emotions and even longer to figure out why I couldn't control them all the time. Today I see this as a sign. When I lash out or can't control my emotions this is a sign that something isn't right. It is a sign that I am unable to properly process the "empathic hits" this means one of 2 things. Either the persons energy has changed so drastically that it is not aligned with mine any longer. Or my time with them is simply over and I am unable to process the grief of the loss. One thing about being a psychic empath is sometimes you feel the feelings before the event occurs. This makes for one crazy life, but it can be dealt with and worked to ones advantage. (I can see all you empaths nodding) There is nothing like loosing your mind over something before it even happens. No this is not the same as self fulfilling prophecy, these events are out of our control, and often we don't know what they mean until later (and hours of meditation wondering why you are crazy) Back on track!

So These are my roots. I kept thinking that all my education was the foundation I was wrong... It was only the support beams. It was not the rock solid foundation at the bottom, it was what helped to expand my walls. I began to get angry with the community. I became confused with all the different corners that were at war with other corners, or at least hurling cows with insane insults over castle walls at each other. Which corner do I choose? Where do I fit? Better find a side because it isn't safe out here  in the center. So for a while I chose a corner, then found it wasn't right, so I chose another and also wasn't right, so I searched and searched. This led me to academia, oh what a ride that was. So enjoyable and so horrible all at once. It was another "thing" that I thought I needed for validation. Turns out it wasn't true...

"to truly walk the path of the witch means you best expect to be faced with challenging events and your deepest fears sooner or later. To be a witch means you will be asked by the spirits to do work that they want you to do, and it’s not always the kind of work you would ask for. That’s sort of the point, though."

This statement is truth the entire blog post is amazing go read it. We are all so different in our paths, the Witch can not be defined by conventional means. Instead she is defined by her/his work. I do not define my path as being a path of water, instead my work with water (and other things) defines me.

Then a few days ago I posted this on facebook...

I contacted an old acquaintance yesterday. I remembered she had written a blog about the Heron and Heron Medicine. I was struggling a bit in my mind and heart. I am fed up with people bashing other peoples paths. I'm tired of the Trad Crafters saying what horse shit New Age is, and i'm tired of new agers claiming that the craft is all dark and demonic (it can be, but not all of it). This goes on and on and on for almost every path has these problems. What I am trying to say is, if you path is forged on dissing of other paths, then you friend have a big problem, and no true path. I'm not perfect and in the past I have found myself in the throws of pagan politics, and christian bashing. That is not me, not now. So I asked her for the blog, and she sent it. I believe it has been expanded now and is better than ever. Read this, one Modern Witches account of her path.... " I followed the trail as I was led, and had learn what I needed to learn to get over the bullshit self-doubt that had dogged me for a decade"... "no human was an intercessor between me and the Gods, my ordination was direct from Source, and I know now that this is the only way for me." It speaks deeply to me and I think everyone should spend time reading this. If for the Heron medicine, or to read an account of a true, strong witch and priestess in our community. I was always taught that initiations made you a Witch. Well this is true! However what I didn't realize is that initiation come in all forms, the most powerful from the divine! 

This was the final piece to the puzzle, it always amazes me how what seam like small encounters on the surface (like a facebook post) can be the ONE thing that finally gives a clear picture. Many of you, no doubt have seen my post statements like "I am not Wiccan" or "I am not new age" I want to point out that these are statements about where I am currently. This is not me denying my roots or more accurately those support beams. I do not follow these paths any more, however they do influence me from time to time. I do not deny their existence in my life or my path. To do so would deny the existence of my path that I am on now. For how would I have ever arrived here without first being there? Something else you will not see me do is bash these paths. I studied them, I received certificates, and graduations and papers that say I am educated in these things, these are all true. From time to time I may use a piece of quartz this does not diminish my current path, or the realization of who I am at this moment. To bash these practices (or anyone's for that matter) does not give my current practice validation, in fact if I did I would be completely sabotaging where I am now, denying the very existence of everything I have learned, everything I have gone through, and everything I will do. I am not going to remove these older support beams, instead I am adding newer ones, and repairing others...

As mentioned in Heron's blog about her inner 3rd degree I resonate with her acknowledgement of it. I am not going to label myself and say that i'm going through an inner 3rd. Perhaps I am, NO doubt Heron did, but for some reason I don't need to claim a number. I feel like i'm getting an upgrade. I don't know if it is 2.0 or 3.0 but it is an upgrade and one that has certainly taken fear and doubt and thrown them out the window. One that has taken the security away and said GO practice in the wild, be wild, since when did you worry about rules and expectation? You are water you can NOT fit into a box, it can not hold you...

So I do not choose to be in the center of the warring corners, and I reject the fundamentalist corners. You will not find me in your box of what I should or shouldn't be. I do not align myself with any corner, any group, any idiots who are spending their time complaining about crap that is wrong. I align myself with my higher purpose and with the greatest teachers earth, water, wisdom, compassion and with these I stand on the edge, one foot in the spirit world, and one foot here in this world. It is strange how you wander down a path so sure of your destination, so sure you know what is at the end. Only to find that the path wasn't labeled correctly! I walked down the path of academia looking for validation. Turns out the path was not called Academia, but instead the path to "finding your true self" so I wandered through the forest of academia, and at the end is a burning cauldron of "who gives a fuck about validation" Here I am, this is me, I share what I can, I understand my purpose and what it is, at least as it is right now, and so I wander down this thorny path in search of crafting, in search of practice, but not in search for who I am.

I am the Hawthorn tree
I stand at the edge between you and me
I am the decision made
Like the Heron through the muck I wade
Thought I lost myself along the way
Turns out I was just ok!
A Witches work is never done
Time to walk my path, NO RUN!
To the place where I belong
Back to my roots I trudge along
Standing on the edge I found my song...

~For what you can not find within You will never find without~

Big THANK YOU to Heron Michelle and Kayla Wilde. I haven't had the time (during this last semester) to blog much and, having these to read and ponder has been truly amazing. Thank you for holding me up when you didn't even know you were. This is what it is all about folks... Support and nurturing others growth thanks for fertilizing my soil and soul.

OH! and a Last big Thanks to my bestest bestie! Who is has amazingly strong ears to listen to my incessant babbling along the way...

Wednesday, May 7, 2014


Things I learned in my internship...
Things I am learning in my internship: Corn was sacred to the Mayan, they had specific corn for ritual, offering, and to actually eat. They also gave offering of Pine, and some sort of endocarp that has yet to be identified. Many times they were food offerings wrapped in a textile and burned in a cave. I understand the difference between chard corn, endocarp and wood. Most exciting! I get to touch these things in fact i'm bent over a microscope sorting them out so that we can analyze the data. I didn't spend as much time in the lab as I would have liked this semester, however my Ethnobotany class was very enjoyable and I did learn some new things. So here is to two semesters of Ethnobotany education!

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Children of Poseidon

I recently watched Percy Jackson and the sea of monsters. I never really paid attention to these types of movies before because they are always filled with inaccuracies. However as I was watching this movie with my son something that I kept seeing was the sons (children) of Poseidon are healed by the water. Though it was physical healing, it got me thinking about water and how water is the element of healing. We have holy healing wells, waters and rivers all over the world!

For my entire life of magical practice I have always struggled with male deity. There are some I do work with, but these relationships are not anything like the relationship I have with the Goddess. However when this idea kept popping up in the movie it really got me thinking about Poseidon and water in general as a tool for healing. The message was quite clear to me......

The children of Poseidon are healed by water.

After I wrote this bit of a blog post that never got posted, I met a little boy at a henna gig. He was very special, we got to talk about all sorts of things. He asked me to henna a Trident on his arm. I was very excited since no one has asked me to do this before. As we were talking he informed me he was one of the children of Poseidon. I knew he was talking about the Percy Jackson books (the gig was at a library) It made me think, what if he is a child of Poseidon? What if he grows up to be a devote? what if he already is? Aphrodite approached me this way, in a secret and veiled manner, she stayed in the place till I was ready to see her. I wonder if it is the same for the little boy and Poseidon...

Sunday, May 4, 2014

Healing Waters

School is out! Grades haven't been recorded but I have finished all my work! I have been exhausted, and emotionally tired from all the stress. I am a free spirit, and I do not do well with deadlines and worry. Now that I have been released from the academic bonds, I needed a place to rest, relax, get away from the world. Today I did just that.

I have the most amazing friends and one of them made reservations at a Hot Springs. Yes! I said Hot Springs and yes here in Arizona! Actually until a few weeks ago I had only heard a whisper here and there that they existed. Then I found out they were real, and very close to the house. Early this morning I woke up and drove to meet my friend. We then drove just a little past the city and out into the desert. We landed in a small town called Tohopah at the El Dorado Hot Springs. We got to spend 4 wonderful hours staring out at the desert, soaking sky clad in the hot mineral waters. The little oasis provided just what my soul needed to bring me down from the airy academia that had consumed my mind for so long. It grounded me, brought me back to my center, and back to a more balanced and water centered witch!

I collected the healing waters in a bottle, and we age lunch and snacks. I brought offerings of pansies, rose, and mint from the garden and offered them to the water spirits in the tub, and then enjoyed soaking in their warm essence. I loved watching the petals float over the side of the stone tub and down by the bamboo wall. There was a small stream of water that took the flowers between the bamboo and into a secret unknown place. There wasn't any particular rites, just relaxing, resting, rejuvenating and healing in the hot waters...

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Academics, Plans and Plants!

So it has been a while since I posted! Life has been so crazy I have barely had time to breath! I haven't had a moment of spare time, but I am going to skip studying for a test and write this instead. So first thing is first. This last few months has been very eye opening to me. I started last fall's semester with excitement and vigor, I made the deans list and did very well. Classes were "ok" I enjoyed the Death and Dying class as well as my internship in Ethnobotany. I worked in the lab a bit this semester as well but I have become a bit disillusioned. Last semester and this one I helped to go through chard plant remains from ancient Mayan rituals. They were found in caves and because of the climate had been preserved. I went through and found corn, wood, and even possibly palm or some textile. I looked at so many samples, and there are so many more to go through. It was so wonderful handling these remains. Much of the work was done under the microscope but it was still very exciting. Though this professor may be an expert in his field, I am not quite sure how he got there. Luck maybe? His lectures leave much to be desired, and he has even on occasion given us misinformation. Disillusion number 1. The second one was in my Women as Healers class. I ended up doping this class for several reasons, first I realized it was a bunch of work and lots of stress, I didn't need the class for credit it was just for information, but since it was a discussion class it was all self taught I can read the books at home without the stress. This was frustrating, the requirements were very high as well. So with my failing health I decided to drop it. The bad part is I really loved the Professor, she was excellent and so knowledgeable. With the class structure and my own issues it was just not a good fit. I don't understand why some classes are a complete joke while others are so hard that I cant see straight. So in short and for other reasons I am not posting here. I am not perusing higher education in a University at this time. It is not off the table, but I cant see why I would pay so much for misinformation, stress and frustration. Good news though, I will receive the Bachelors degree still! I have found that professors are either old school and very very hard, or new school and a joke. If you cant take the time to find out the local laws on a plant you have no business teaching about it. Enough about this, if you have questions feel free to write me as I have much more to say about all this but won't bore you about it.

I ended up teaching Dance again! Those of you that have known me for years knew that I used to be a professional Bellydancer. Well after moving back to the states, I took a break, and didn't want to dance anymore. Well this year not only am I teaching 3 classes a week, but i have a full student troupe! These ladies are so freaking wonderful it is so much fun to dance with them. They even put up with my very forgetful brain! In addition I am teaching Sacred Dance 4x a year at the same studio!

Because I have been so incredibly busy I haven't had the time I usually do to do the things I love. So the post about the powders and teas, they are still in the works but I am very behind. This is partially because I am growing their ingredients and the move meant the plants had to go through a bit of shock in their transplant. So I am still waiting to harvest some things and in part because of school, as well as my henna art has been keeping me busy as well. I will post about that below. I also moved in January, so I had to unpack my home, and get my plants transplanted. I took most of them with me and have taken photos for you to see below. The powders and teas will be released this summer.

Imbolc was quiet, but the Spring Equinox was a blast! The whole Coven got together and the public part I will/can share is that we made a flower mandala and stone soup. It was a fantastic day and it was wonderful to enjoy it with those I love. We have also been doing public rituals and packing the new house full of people. The first was an Avalonian ritual for sacrifice, healing and release. It was inspired by a ritual I had attended at Pantheacon.

At Pantheacon I became closer with Aphrodite and my own path and craft. These things will be revealed in time. I have to finish school and allow myself time to rest before I can share what the implications are. As I mentioned above my health has been failing. I have been diagnosed with Fibromyalgia. I do not want sorries, and sympathy. It simply just is. It is now just a name to what I have struggled with for so long. It also gives me new ways to heal, new plant allies (Thank Gaia for Arizona's Medical Marijuana laws) turns out getting a med card is easy, and so incredibly helpful! Did you know that they have MM gummy bears and honey sticks? I sure didn't! There is a dispensary right up the street from me, very classy and knowledgeable staff. I had no idea that different strains would mean different pain control, and sleep, and seizure control etc. They really have it nailed down! There will be more about this in the future as well. It is a learning process for me being more public about it, but since it is legal here and it is a plant why not right? The alternative is pharmaceutical medications with side effects and complications a mile long, no thank you!

Lastly a few other things i want to share! School will be done very soon, only 2 weeks! I plan on offering Water Witchcraft courses, continuing Wicked Wednesdays ( I haven't had time to film them, but I will soon!) Those powders and teas will be available soon with a new shop! (New Shop!) Lastly I have made it to the semi-finals in a henna contest I entered! There are only 5 left and I am still in. My goal is to be in the top 3 if I can get that I will be incredibly happy. You can see my entries here! So that is all for now, below are some photos with captions of what I have been up to. Here is to 2 more weeks of school!!!!!!!!!!

First Hollyhock of the year!

Herbal drying rack Dust made!

The Apothecary all set up!

Baby Monkshood!

Baby Belladonna!

Nettles, Dittany of Crete, Passion flower etc.

Rose garden! Not in bloom but very healthy! I didn't loose any in the transplant!

Beautiful Oleander flowers in bloom!

One of the 3 large Jasmine bushes

Baneful Garden just coming up

Herbal and Veggie garden doing well!

Another shot of the Baneful Garden!