Witching Hour Farm & Folklore

Witching Hour Farm & Folklore Farm & Folklore

In 2024 I shared that my two favorite witches, my mom and aunt, had both been diagnosed with cancer. We lost my mother j...
05/03/2026

In 2024 I shared that my two favorite witches, my mom and aunt, had both been diagnosed with cancer. We lost my mother just 4 short months later, and my beloved aunt reunited with her sister yesterday.

My aunt was my best friend and biggest cheerleader. The grief of losing her feels overwhelming.

Although the pain of losing them is unimaginable, I am eternally grateful for the life we shared together here on The Compound. They were incredibly creative and always up to something. Whether it was a holiday, solstice, equinox, full moon, or standard Tuesday, they made it better—more exciting, more meaningful, and more beautiful. They were my biggest fans and the most entertained and enthusiastic about all my wild ideas.

I also continue to be immensely grateful for our Witch’s Tea in 2024, a few months after they were both diagnosed with cancer and only two months prior to losing my mother.

Fly high.

Happy New Moon in Aries—our first new moon of the astrological year.May we remain rooted, open, and undomesticated.🖤
04/17/2026

Happy New Moon in Aries—our first new moon of the astrological year.

May we remain rooted, open, and undomesticated.

🖤

Happy National Dandelion Day!This year I took the opportunity to share in the celebration with my colleagues at The Lloy...
04/05/2026

Happy National Dandelion Day!

This year I took the opportunity to share in the celebration with my colleagues at The Lloyd Library & Museum and whip up a batch of Dandy Blend lattes.

The timing was perfect. I have some herbal “homework” to complete this week for an apprenticeship I’m honored to be a part of with the incredible and Jane Bothwell AND has been made right here in Ohio since the 1990s by the “King of Dandelions”, botanist Peter Gail and his family.

The lattes were gratefully received and enjoyed and it was a fantastic opportunity for all of us at The Lloyd to interact with a beloved plant we see in vibrant illustration and text so frequently in a new way!

🖼️ Köhler’s Medizinal-Pflanzen in Naturgetreuen Abbildungen mit Kurz Erläuterndem Texte (1883-1914) by Hermann Köhler courtesy of

I usually choose a single word to guide my year. Something I arrive at around the astrological new year or Aries new moo...
04/04/2026

I usually choose a single word to guide my year. Something I arrive at around the astrological new year or Aries new moon, toward the first spark of becoming.

But this year refused that kind of simplicity.

Not even just in my own life, but collectively. I’m sensing that we are all standing in something unsettled, something still rearranging itself beneath our feet. A single word felt far too resolved.

So instead, I’ve been sitting inside a constellation of ideas.

Tairseach:
the threshold where change actually occurs as lived crossing.

Dúchas:
a deeper belonging, the kind that roots you in relationship rather than identity.

And, perhaps my favorite part, the question of wildness:
the untamed that remains intact in you, what refuses to be put in a box, what keeps you in contact with something larger than yourself.

An entire landscape to stand in while things shift.

This is the ground this latest bit comes from. Proximity to change and a willingness to stay within the threshold long enough to feel the discomfort and gifts of change.

🔗 in B l O

Hope the gifts of change are finding you as the season continues to shift and brighter days still lie ahead.

They’re lovely in this photo, but this used to be a field of spring beauties and violets just outside my little cabin. A...
03/24/2026

They’re lovely in this photo, but this used to be a field of spring beauties and violets just outside my little cabin. As I was reflecting on the duality of the beauty of this lesser celandine and her complete decimation of two of my most beloved spring natives I thought—I’ll bet the moon is in Gemini today.

Sure enough.

Big thanks to the universe for holding space for multiple truths and the rambling ways my mind works.

The spring equinox is often treated like the start of a race.Begin again! Grow! Bloom!And while I do love the promise of...
03/20/2026

The spring equinox is often treated like the start of a race.

Begin again! Grow! Bloom!

And while I do love the promise of that, and all spring later brings, the forest tells a different story.

Spring begins slowly—with nettles pushing through cold soil, violets softening the ground, and sap rising long before the leaves appear on our most beloved trees.

Read a small equinox tale about this quieter beginning.

The Awakening of the Vernal Ash is now on Substack.

A loving reminder that growth that lasts begins and builds slowly, beneath the surface.

On this International Women’s Day, I’m thinking about the stories we tell about powerful women.One of my favorite benevo...
03/08/2026

On this International Women’s Day, I’m thinking about the stories we tell about powerful women.

One of my favorite benevolent-healer-turned-malicious-sorceress stories is the story of Morgan le Fay.

In early Arthurian legend, Morgan le Fay was a beautiful healer of Avalon who was skilled in herbs, astronomy, and shape shifting. But centuries later her story was rewritten by religious authors who transformed her into a dangerous sorceress…

More about Morgan le Fay on Substack. 🔗 in B I O

Stories don’t just entertain us. They reflect power, fear, and cultural anxieties about who is allowed to hold knowledge and agency. Sometimes reclaiming truth doesn’t require inventing a new story—it simply requires looking more closely at the one we’ve been given.

Image: Frederick Augustus Sandys, Morgan le Fay, 1864, oil on wood panel, Birmingham Museum and Art Gallery, Birmingham, England

Catnip | Nepeta catariaSpud is helping me clear some of the garden this morning while it’s warm before another round of ...
03/07/2026

Catnip | Nepeta cataria

Spud is helping me clear some of the garden this morning while it’s warm before another round of rain moves through in a few hours. This means he gets first dibs on the fresh catnip that’s just started to emerge from its winter slumber.

I love to use catnip fresh or dried in tea to aid in calm or sleep, Spud kinda prefers to just roll around in it.

Regardless of our differences in use preference, we’re both glad to welcome her back to Witching Hour.

Last fall was a season of storytelling. I had the good fortune to tell tales in person in front of crackling fires and r...
02/28/2026

Last fall was a season of storytelling. I had the good fortune to tell tales in person in front of crackling fires and rushing waterways surrounded by active listeners in the wild.

Although I already know the power of storytelling, an occasional reminder still serves me quite well. One of my favorite parts of this season of storytelling was the reaction of some young listeners at a event.

My stories are typically structured with the hope of reminding fully grown folks about the joy of nature and story and our connection to one another in this great web of life, knowing that they will make up the vast majority of the audience.

So imagine my surprise when, at the conclusion of my share, a group of children lined up to ask if they could hug me 🥹

Stories are for everyone, but let us not forget where that love originated. I like to think that on that day a much smaller version of myself was among the group ready to thank a storyteller with the gratitude of a warm embrace.

Stories matter most when the world is on fire. Not as escape, but as a way to remember who we are. A story helps us make meaning when everything feels senseless. It carries memory. It keeps us connected. It reminds us that this moment isn’t the whole story, and that other ways of living are still possible.

The Ecology of Resilience series began with disturbance — with the ways wellness culture misunderstands both bodies and ...
02/22/2026

The Ecology of Resilience series began with disturbance — with the ways wellness culture misunderstands both bodies and ecosystems.

Much of it was shaped by a recent flare and written from bed over the course of just a few days, where these ecological theories felt far less abstract.

The series moved through collapse and reorganization as processes rather than personal failures.

This final essay lingers in that reorganization phase, tracing what grows first after rupture and what kinds of conditions allow it to take root.

Read Pioneer Species and the Luxury of Not Knowing at the 🔗 in stories or b l o.

Thanks for going on this lil journey with me.

Creators tagged in each image when possible.

Today the air smelled like wet soil and the sun was shining on my sleeping lavender plant in the most perfect way.I thin...
02/21/2026

Today the air smelled like wet soil and the sun was shining on my sleeping lavender plant in the most perfect way.

I think I’m gonna make it after all.

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