baba yaga haunts my dreams

I had a dream of Baba. She was sitting in her hut singing to a spider she had cradled in her lap. What was she singing? I have no idea, but when she looked at me I knew I was to pay her more attention. I woke up realizing that I knew very little about Baba. If we were going to get friendly then I needed to do some research. I’m a big believer in hocus pocus and the meaning of things–or maybe I had just watched Howl’s Moving Castle one too many times…

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via philipbarron

Baba, as I’m sure you know, is the bone mother of Slavic folklore. She dwells deep in the forest in a hut perched on chicken legs. She is said to rule over the elements, a wild woman full of knowledge and power… oh, and she eats children. She holds the secrets of the wildwood and I think she is here to help me listen to the plants. This is a good thing as my poor garden had a bad summer last year and I really do need to pay my green babies some better attention.

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I have reworked all I could this year. I removed some of the pots to better spread things around in an effort to save money. I am giving my english roses another year (maybe more) to perk up and I have filled in with some annuals for color. Here’s hoping Baba approves… if not, I am sure she will let me know.

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