|So it wasn't snowing, but it was very cold hunting eggs|
|Energy so great it can't be captured in focus|
(or something like that)
I find myself considering many of my necklaces and scarves to be witchy and feel special when I am wearing them, although none of them is new or newly symbolic to me.
I've spent a great deal of time with my familiar, a white cat.
The Mister and I saw magical plants in California over spring break, including coastal redwoods, horsetails, and manroot (Marah, which interested me because it appeared to be closely related to the the squirting cucumber, Cyclanthera, that I study, and which must be useful to witches, because how could "man root" not be).
|At magical Muir Woods|
|Aster's Pinewood Derby Car|
Altogether a different kind of foolishness
|Golden Gate Bridge in Background|