Gifts from Decay

Gifts from Decay: Imbolc has recently passed, a festival of warm candlelight and plans and intentions; it is the festival at which we sow our goals for the year to watch as they sprout and grow, and lead us to the change we wish to see. I got my seed catalogues in the mail some weeks ago, and have been sorting through my box of last year's seed packets ...

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