September, thus far.

Thankful started back at school this month. It's been a hard adjustment for Prudence, she is always close at heel with her older sister. Shamefully, I have to admit, it's been a little easier for me to get things done. Not by much, but enough to notice. Its not quite Autumn yet, but its cool, and the horse Chestnut tree in the back is dropping mountains of brown leaves. The leaves hide the miniature balls of fury and hate, the horse chestnuts themselves. Inevitably, I will hear one of the hens hoot and holler, and I will charge out in my bare or stocking feet, forgetting my back yards' natural booby trap.

I feel a looming sense of unfounded fear about winter coming on, there is a need to run around and grab snippets of green, take pictures of the melons still left in the garden, gather more and more firewood and hoard food. Is it because of my heritage career? My homestead line of thought? Is it an inherited knowledge from grandmothers past? Whatever it is, it has become my enemy, I cannot enjoy the change in seasons as much as others do because of it.

September so far has been productive and kind to us. We have been able to sell our soaps at a few outdoor markets again; I love connecting and talking with the customers that have supported my journey so far. I love how my soaps look in the sun.  We were able to acquire an old cast iron stove, heavy and enameled black, for our kitchen. Thankful has settled in and feels comfortable with her new classmates, Prudence has decided to eat more and use words like 'treat', 'please' and 'toot.' Our work calendars are filling up (a good and bad thing), and because of this, our cupboards wont be bare because we chose to live out our heartsong. 


This is Margaret Meister Fitzgerald. She was my great grandmother, on my mother's side. Taken in the 1930's, she was on the family property, next to the chicken house.   In the background is present day Rosyln, Pa, just beyond the Sandy Run Creek.

September Moon

I am a self professed moon girl. My wedding song was about the moon, I have a janky tattoo of the moon on the center of my back, my core. (I very much regret this tattoo, but my love for Lady Luna remains strong) It's been my constant; it has given me permission to be at my wildest, best, and probably my worst. It's light has cooled the hottest of summer nights and lit up the windows, when it was to cold and snowy to be hopeful. Usually, September's full moon is the Harvest Moon, but not this year. What makes it a Harvest Moon? The full moon closest to the autumnal equinox takes that term, and this year it's officially in October. My sweet September Moon will wear the sash as the Barley Moon, or the Corn Moon, as this is historically (depending where you are) the best time to harvest these crops. So if it's clear, it's likely you will find me laying in my driveway, looking up, and soaking in the rays.


A handy moon phase calendar can be found here