|The Indian corn which served it's purpose of autumn decor for the past month, will be shucked and added to bacon rendering, then packed in oinion bags, to feed the birds this winter.|
|My largest arrowroot-she will be plenty healthy next spring and ready to harvest a few rootlets from.|
|Saint Christopher's garden, covered in leaves and ready for winter. Unlike many gardeners, I do not remove fall leaves but leave them as a blanket of protection for my herbs, and to serve as an organic mulch as they break down.|
|My home-made Kyphi being burned to invite, welcome and honor the spirits into my home.|
|The altar for All Saints Day; apple muffins baked by a coven sister, sliced golden apples, pomegranate, red wine, a candle devoted to Baron Samedi, parsley for Saint Pancracio, Indian corn, and kyphi.|
|These are Osage oranges or Hedgeapples, which grow natively here. The wood is wonderfully protective for balefires and collecting these brings back much nostalgia for me as my mother and I used to go collect them together when I was a child. There is one tree, way down in the swamps, that hangs over the road. As the apples fall, they are easily collected as most land right in the middle of the road.|
|To Baron Samedi.|
|This year's foraging of buckeyes led to discovering hundreds of them! Much better than last year, as I found just a few. I was too late and the squirrels had burried them all.|
|The season's last sunflower head-to be stripped and added to bacon renderings, to make winter food for the birds, as well.|
|The cinnamon ferns have gone to spore-I imagine I'll harvest these either for guerilla gardening |
or for some magic.
|The cones from the echinacea-these will also be collected for guerilla gardening next year.|
|One of my arums. Fat, green and healthy-ready to make it past Old Man Winter.|
The Day of the Dead is tomorrow. Graves will be swept, flowers left and candles lit...