Sacred Space

 

This is my father's greenhouse. I can't deal with my mother for very long, so yesterday I worked out here. I cleared this section of vines, threw the rotting board on the burn pile, and placed my plastic trays on the rails. I can't do the next section because the tree is in the way. I will need a chainsaw. Today I am going to work on clearing the floor. Then I will take a deep breath, steady my nerves, and go throw out rotting food. I will empty the trash and go home. 

I like the greenhouse. I used to do spells out here, when I lived at home and could not practice freely. This was an ideal place to burn things because I could dump the spell remains down a cinder block and pour water water over it to eliminate fire hazards. No one ever suspected anything. I've tried having altars in the greenhouse, but they are a lot of work to maintain because weeds take over quickly. Altars in the greenhouse are living, grumpy beasts. They do their own thing, like encourage birds to build nests. Then I can't use my altar without getting dive bombed by angry bird parents. I have not tried a shrine in the greenhouse. That may work better.

Now is the time to clear greenhouses, when it is so horribly cold that the poison ivy has died down and the snakes are sleeping. Maybe I could make a greenhouse series- regular posts about what's growing and why, along with majical tips. We'll see.

Blessed be, my dears.