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[yomozukis]

I’m reading on old superstitions and: “Do not go out collecting nuts on Sept 14th, holy Rood Day, as the devil will be out nutting too!” September 14th: the day the Devil nuts

[yomozukis]

HAPPY DEVIL NUT DAY

[chervellefryer]

Happy Friday 13th!

Remember black cats are you friends and the gods of the night!

[madisonsaferillustration]

Recipe via Herbal Academy: 

1 cup red clover blossoms 1 cup red raspberry leaf ½ cup hibiscus flowers ½ cup dried orange peel

Directions

Mix the herbs and store in an airtight container.

To make herbal sun tea, add ½ to 1 cup of the blend to a 1-quart mason jar. Pour the water over the herbs and let sit in the sun all day. Strain & enjoy.

This tea lasts 2-3 days if refrigerated

https://theherbalacademy.com/herbal-sun-tea/

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V=Vegetarian

[Appetizers] 

Wild Blueberry Salsa (V) 

Fruit Dip (V) 

Blue Cheese Dip with Garlic and Bacon 

Cheese & Onion Garlic Bread (V) 

Garden Tomato Salsa (V)  

Red Pepper Hummus (V) 

Strawberry Goat Cheese Bruschetta (V) 

Apple Whiskey Chicken Meatballs 

[Sides]  

Tomato and Avocado Salad (V) 

Grilled Vegetables (V) 

Sugar Snap Peas (V) 

Lemon Parsley Green Beans (V)

Garlic Asparagus (V) 

Parmesan Tomatoes (V) 

[Main] 

Stuffed Zucchini 

Summer Pasta (V)  

Garlic Lime Chicken 

Lemon Garlic Tilapia 

Pineapple Chicken Kabobs  

Baked Chicken with Peaches 

Summer Veggie Pasta (V)  

[Dessert]

Rose Ice Cream (V) 

Strawberry Chantilly (V) 

Cherry Pie (V) 

Raspberry Icebox Cake (V) 

Honey Cake (V) 

Strawberry Shortcake (V) 

Tiramisu (V) 

Lemon Cake (V) 

Peach Cobbler (V) 

Watermelon Pie (V)

[stormwaterwitch]

Rabbits Rabbits Rabbits

Reblog this on the first of the month for good luck all month long!

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[stormwaterwitch]

Rabbits Rabbits Rabbits

Reblog this on the first of the month for good luck all month long!

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[iheartvmt]

Since it’s almost that time of year again!

[bettsplendens]

One addendum: 

If a cat has had access to it. If a cat has mouthed it, picked it up, or batted at it in any way, it NEEDS to go to a rehabilitator, now. Cats’ saliva is full of bacteria that can and will rapidly kill small prey via sepsis, the bacteria spreads through the smallest scratch, and their grooming gets it all over their claws. You know how a cat scratch swells up a lot at first? That’s your immune response. Humans are large enough that we’re generally fine with a cat scratch, but small animals aren’t. A bird infected with the bacteria will likely die of sepsis if not treated with antibiotics and given proper care. 

[stormwaterwitch]

Rabbits Rabbits Rabbits

Reblog this on the first of the month for good luck all month long!

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[stormwaterwitch]

“I Observe Witchy Holidays. Observe them as they pass by me because I forgot. Again.”

— Stormwaterwitch

[alpenglw]

mr plant man, bring me a seed

make it the greenest that i’ve ever seen

give it two leaves like roses and clover

and tell it that its weedy nights are over

plant man, i’m so alone

don’t have no garden to call my own

so please turn on your magic bean

mr plant man, bring me a seed

[dirtshrines]

[nyctosaurid]

i think a very nice and sweet gryphon would be a turkey vulture/hairless rat

[north-wyrm]

Like this??? :3 very cute pink boy!

[nyctosaurid]

absolutely! here’s another lad

i think they’d peak as babies though

[one-of-the-birds]

I love them all!

[vstheworld]

@xaira-gabvi lookit

[crocophile-deactivated20190326]

@snakegay

[foulserpent]

flightless variety

[hellenismosandme]

The Nymphai

The Nymphai (also called Nymphê) are minor nature Goddesses, and there are many different classifications of them.

Ôkeanides (also called Ôkeanis, Ôkeaninai or Ôkeanines) were the Goddesses of Fresh-Water such as springs, and most other fresh-water Goddess groups were often considered included in their numbers.

Naiades (also called Naias, Naides or Hydriades) were also Goddesses of fresh-water though more related to rivers and ponds.

Dryades (also called Dryas) were Goddesses of Forests, Groves and Wooded Glens and had further subdivisions within them:

Meliai - Goddesses of Ash-trees

Oreiades - Goddesses of Mountain Conifers

Hamadryades - Goddesses of Individual Trees

Maliades - Goddesses of Fruit Trees

Daphnaie - Goddesses of Laurel Trees

Aigeiroi - Goddesses of Black Poplar Trees

Ampeloi - Goddesses of Grape-Vines

Balanis - Goddesses of Holly Trees

Karyai - Goddesses of Hazel-Nut Trees

Kraneiai - Goddesses of Cherry Trees

Moreai - Goddesses of Mulberry Plants

Pteleai - Goddesses of Elm Trees

Sykei - Goddesses of Fig Trees

Oreiades - Goddesses of Mountain Forests

Alseides - Goddesses of Sacred Groves

Aulonides - Goddesses of Glens

Napaiai - Goddesses of Vales

Epimêlides (also called Epimêlis) were the Goddesses of Grassy Pastures

Leimonides- Goddesses of Water Flower Meadows

Nephelai (also called the Nephelê)- Goddesses of Clouds

Aurai (also called Aura)- The Goddesses of Cool Breezes

Asteriai- Goddesses of the Stars

Haliai (also called Halia, Halias and Haliades) were Goddesses of the Sea. The Nêreides were counted among these. 

Lampades (aslo called Lampas) - Underworld Goddesses associated with Hekatê 

Hymns to the Nymphai:

Orphic Hymn #51

Nymphs, daughters of great-hearted Okeanos, you dwell inside the earth’s damp caves, And your paths are secret, O joyous and chthonic ones, nurses of Bacchos. You nourish fruits and haunt meadows, O sprightly and pure travelers of winding roads who delight in caves and grottoes. Swift, light-footed, and clothed in dew, you frequent springs. Visible and invisible, in the ravines and among flowers, You shout and frisk with Pan upon mountain sides. Gliding down on rocks, you hum with clear voice, O mountain-haunting, sylvan maidens of fields and streams. O sweet-smelling virgins, clad in white, fresh as the breezes, With goat-herds, pastures and splendid fruits in your domain. You are loved by creatures of the wild. Tender though you are, you rejoice in cold and you give sustenance and growth to many, O playful  and water-loving Hamadryad maidens. Dwellers of Nysa, frenzied and healing goddesses who joy in spring, Together with Bacchos and Deo you bring grace t mortals. With joyful hearts come to this hallowed sacrifice, And in the seasons of growth pour streams of salubrious rain.

[beeftea78-deactivated20200113]

some oddly specific advice from Hesiod (c700 BC)

[argumate]

which thicc girl hurt you (and stole your grain)

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Grain-stealing thots

[esoanem]

I’m trying to steal your granary but I’m dummy thicc and the clap of my decorated ass cheeks keeps alerting Hesiod

[m1nd--0ver--matter]

[lurnos]

Hecate is the Greek goddess of magic and witchcraft. Typically depicted holding two torches to light her way, she is a pre-Olympian chthonic goddess and, as the only child of the Titan deities Perses and Asteria, received her tripartite powers over heaven, earth, and sea. Hesiod writes that Zeus honored her above all. 

Although her name may mean “the distant one,” Hecate assisted Demeter in her search for Persephone and was one of the main deities worshipped in Athenian households as a protective goddess and one who bestowed prosperity and daily blessings on the family.

[frogmunist-deactivated20190724]

A man is driving down the road and breaks down near a monastery. He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says, “My car broke down. Do you think I could stay the night?” The monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, even fix his car. As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound. The next morning, he asks the monks what the sound was, but they say, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.” The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and goes about his merry way. Some years later, the same man breaks down in front of the same monastery. The monks accept him, feed him, even fix his car. That night, he hears the same strange noise that he had heard years earlier. The next morning, he asks what it is, but the monks reply, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.” The man says, “All right, all right. I’m *dying* to know. If the only way I can find out what that sound was is to become a monk, how do I become a monk?” The monks reply, “You must travel the earth and tell us how many blades of grass there are and the exact number of sand pebbles. When you find these numbers, you will become a monk.” The man sets about his task. Forty-five years later, he returns and knocks on the door of the monastery. He says, “I have traveled the earth and have found what you have asked for. There are 145,236,284,232 blades of grass and 231,281,219,999,129,382 sand pebbles on the earth.” The monks reply, “Congratulations. You are now a monk. We shall now show you the way to the sound.” The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says, “The sound is right behind that door.” The man reaches for the knob, but the door is locked. He says, “Real funny. May I have the key?” The monks give him the key, and he opens the door. Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone. The man demands the key to the stone door. The monks give him the key, and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby. He demands another key from the monks, who provide it. Behind that door is another door, this one made of sapphire. So it went until the man had gone through doors of emerald, silver, topaz, and amethyst. Finally, the monks say, “This is the last key to the last door.” The man is relieved to no end. He unlocks the door, turns the knob, and behind that door he is amazed to find the source of that strange sound. But I can’t tell you what it is because you’re not a monk

[the-desolated-quill]

Originally posted by disneyasastrology

[violent-darts]

BWAHAHAHAHAH. 

[kvothe-kingkiller]

the way i learned this, it was always told through spoken word. And you’d do the door thing for ages. AGES. literally just making up any old material. ‘behind the foam door is a door made of spinach’ that kind of shit. Go on until whoever is listening has already begged you to stop and has now gone on to pleading, clutching your shirt on their knees pleading. And when you finally said the last line? People went fucking nuts Like there was a good chance of just getting the teeth knocked out of you after telling that joke.

A friend of mine did that shit for 30 minutes on a camp once. The entire fucking bus just exploded in anger when she finished. It was a fucking massacre. 

[la-dolce-vita-on-deck-blog]

hah i’ve heard this before