Category Archives: There’s a Little Witch in all of Us

Imbolc at the Beach

  By onceuponatimeinabedofwildflowers | February 4, 2016 - 7:33 am | , ,
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        They do say that a picture is worth a thousand words. These are mine. See more Thousand Word Thursday posts here.                     If you liked this post, you may also like:   Related Items from Amazon: Please Note: … Continue reading →

My Week on Wednesday and Imbolc

  By onceuponatimeinabedofwildflowers | January 29, 2015 - 6:39 pm | , , ,
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 Hello, and welcome to My Week on Wednesday. This week we’re going to talk a little bit about Imbolc, which takes place on either the first or second day of February, and marks the halfway point between the Winter Solstice and the Spring Equinox. Imbolc is an old Irish word … Continue reading →

Dye Eggs, Naturally

  By onceuponatimeinabedofwildflowers | March 24, 2013 - 9:00 pm | , , ,
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Natural Egg Dye

To celebrate the First Day of Spring we dyed eggs. Naturally. In other words, we used plants to make the dye rather than stain our beautiful eggs with the harsh, chemical-filled colors that “food” coloring will produce. Most people think of coloring eggs as an Easter tradition and I have … Continue reading →

Wine, Warm and Spicy

  By onceuponatimeinabedofwildflowers | February 4, 2013 - 1:57 pm | , , ,
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          I am not one to pass up the opportunity to drink wine. And, though this recipe is for a spiced wine meant to be drunk at Imbolc, which is the holiday when Witches celebrate the first whispers of spring, I was certainly not going to … Continue reading →

Whispers of Spring

  By onceuponatimeinabedofwildflowers | February 1, 2013 - 8:57 am | , ,
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digital painting by Marybeth Bradbury -- visit her here: www.embeestudios.com/

        I remember, many years ago, one cold February evening, standing in a darkening parking lot with the man who would be my husband. The day had been gray; the dusk was colorless. Old snow lay flat on the ground and the pavement was crusted with salt. … Continue reading →