Then gather 'round and make hands joined, as we do
Sing a song of teacups
A pocketful of nigh,’
and twenty berries black
The last grain of hourglass sand
has made its trickle!
HUZZAH! and give nods of approbation:
At long last, let the merriment commence!
In celebration of
“Follow me along a moonlit path.
Into the deepest heart of the autumn woods.
Where burnished moonflowers and twinkling lanterns light our way”
Tea Party Under a Halloween Moon,
How howling that whatever streams from Gemmama’s teapot nozzle is the exact tea blend your tongue bits have tastes for!
Now, have your fork be lively, for I shall serve pie! (<~~ A pause that most certainly promises to be toothsome!)
Pie-seconds and teacup morepours must make waits, as some unsecretting is what I have forthcoming. Perchance not really a hush ~~likened it more to an at last happening of an opportunity to impart the how-tos regarding a little “something” that makes for happy catch and carry. Your curiosity is what I’ve piqued? Let us then put hoof to
a hoot~lit path,
leading us more to than fro, yet a mere four pumpkin luminaries from the garden’s open-edge, where Moonlight is its shiniest.
Whilst we find our way, your ears be open to my spill:
Ago two Octobers, I was passing the time in an apothecary that offered magazine reads while orders were put to prescriptions. My paging-through was lackadaisy, being that I was seized with thoughts of Full Moon charged water, before all else, using clear jars to hold the in progress water. “There simply must be a prettier way to contain water go-abouts and its transfer,” said my thinking. Straightaway, the next article featured in the Garden Gate I was strumming, was one concerning the making of a sand-cast birdbath, that of which we are standing before presently, and that of
witch which is not a feathered-friends’ tub, but my
Drawing Down the Moon Leaf!
Although a mix of jumbles did infect my plan, kind Mr. Google did save this night. Originally, I was to picture “leaf” doings and list jottings of most important instructions. But Josiette and her camera had before now vamoused the coop (a weekend’s holiday on her horizon be), and then not for the life of me, could I conjured up the sand-casting proceedings, specific. Determined not to begin this sentence with “alas,” but most probably due to a happening by a lucky chance, I was able to locate the precise tutorial that did guide me twice-years back! You’ll discover the need-to-knows on THE VERY PAGE (<~~Please see the outloud-printed link at this post's end, if this "click" leads you to an "Oops!") that I’ve turned to for you, in the Garden Gates magazine archive.
Since its season has come and gone, sand-casters might be hard-pressed about their edges to find a rhubarb leaf for the picking. Thoughly, methinks
a Catalpa “fan”
might whole-heartedly be up to the task.
. . . . . .
Shall we reappear at the awaiting tea table?
Now where were we?
(Hopes be you kept your fork?)
If the above link to Garden Gates is best described as out of commision, copying and pasting would best do the trick: http://www.gardengatemagazine.com/extras/53birdbath1.php
How To Build Hooty Luminariums: Martha Stewart
Witches Sipping Tea found at Visual Arts Center of New Jersey