March 27: Lazy Days

We’re only a week into spring and it felt like summer. It got up to 88 and I got lazy. Sunshine and I sat in the shade of Karmalita, enjoying butterflies and breezes. I am hoping to see my first dandelion of the season, which I will celebrate by opening the jar of “Lion Jelly” I bought at farm last year. It was on my Ostara altar, but I decided to save it for an impromptu ritual honoring this magical bloom. In case you missed my explanation from some time ago: its yellow flower is the sun, the puff ball when it goes to seed is the full moon, and when you blow on it, you get falling stars.

I am not doing too well adulting. I need to be writing book reviews and plotting a direct route to Connecticut by way of Willow Grove, Pennsylvania. With the price of diesel climbing and the possibility of shortages as oil terminals are being blown up on the other side of the world, I ruled out wandering adventures. So far, Cracker Barrels and Harvest Hosts get me almost to Virginia.