The Finger Lakes is a place of deep, lengthy winters. Known for having snow squalls straight into the month of May. But for the three winters we have lived here, each winter has been a little less snowy and the winter a little shorter. This year has been the oddest in particular. While we've had…
It is a typical gray November day. The air is bitter and heavy with woodsmoke, the ground having just melted away the last of the heavy frost, and sweaters are now the normal every day wardrobe. In the past few weeks, I have found myself with holiday burnout before the holidays have even truly begun.…
In Pagan traditions, August 1st is the celebration of the start of the harvest. It’s a time to remember that Autumn isn’t far off, even if you’re in the height of summer weather. This seems most appropriate in the Finger Lakes, as August seems to be all of that. We have the most inconsistent weather…
Continue reading ➞ Wild & Precious Life – End of Summer/Start of Autumn 2020
How are we here already? Autumn is my favorite season, one I deeply miss when it isn't present and eagerly look forward to the moment I hit my threshold for being constantly sweaty in the depths of summer. I appreciate and love every other season but autumn? That's perfection to me. And yet I am…
In Virginia, August was the depth of summer. The hottest days, the highest of humidity made all the worse if a tropical storm or hurricane came winding up the coast. We had regular days where the heat index was over 100 and I wouldn't go outside if you paid me. The humidity was oppressive, choking…
Since posting last, we celebrated Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year's--a first as our family of three. Bruce and I were so ready for the winter months so that we would have more time to focus inward and accomplish projects around home that we had previously ignored. We didn't realize how quickly winter would come…
Continue reading ➞ Wild and Precious Life – End of 2019/New Year
In the mid-Atlantic, I could never truly differentiate between June, July and August other than the comings and goings of birthdays. The passage of time was unnoticed by the weather, hot and muggy as it was with the air pressing down on your skin whether it be in sun or shade, day or night. The…
Erica Rose Eberhart 