Ring, Ring, Ring Those Lime in the Coconut Bells!

O Merry, Merry
Practical Magic Blog Party Day!

*middling it in the bright of a taper's top~light, this Cellar Door begins the burning of a cat whisker found somewhere, and whispers a wish to the smoke rising like magicked petals ride night's breath*

Cat's Wand wish and truth be married,
To rooftop hence shall I be carried!

"HUZZAH!" to a wish~ful spell accomplished, as I noggin~nod, "Indeed, yes, that be a witchy me uphighly and belonging to the left, second!" Please to take comecloselies at the Owens' Victorian, above, because this seeing is believing: 'Tis me!,

(From~my~heart's-desired perch, I give gaze~back!)
sending my smiles
to oohing and aahing merry~makers below!
Practical Magic's ending does truly make for a wonderful today's beginning! I humbly lo to thee, O Practical Magic! With nary a hestitaion--not even one nearby lurking in rose bushes over Angelov--I proclaim your

ever so enchanting ingredients
spell the perfect receipt!

And when the now is entirely about your potions, notions, brews and lotions, spells and conjures, assorted commingles or commotions, what be your "signature"? Your essential enchanter? Your enhancing integral? Straight~uply: What is your favorite ingredient?

Mine be a thrice~tie:

A bird~size bundleworth
of white bread hiccups

(Quirky as it goes,
one bite from one slice is for me a never fail, speedy delivery!);

fresh~queased jingles
from two silver bells;

and, most certainly and time after timely (because Quite Possiblies do contantly urge me to admit it is my true druther!),

Found Pussycat's Vibrissae!
(The rose by any other name: cat whiskers),
which behave quite nicely until called upon in

(Plentiful thank~yous go out to Miss J.Lo!)
a phial spent of fragrance, yet linger parfume does on each itty wand. Scented rememberings--heart notes, if you will--in shades of spicey violet, redcurrant and peony, intoxicating each kitty stalk which easily takes its turn coming out of a bottle this way necked. (Once more, I thank you, Miss Lopez!)

What say you, then?
What component
be your caldron's best friend?
. . . . . . .

A LIKE NO OTHER, MOST IMPORTANT POSTSCRIPT: Our "pipes" and this melody next meld flawlessly in a pleasant way together, thanking and congratulating dearest champion Miss Anna, who hails from Frosted Petunias, for making certain this day she gifted us with would be red-lettered! Now on with a joyous warble:

For she's a jolly good fellow, for she's a jolly good fellow
For she's a jolly good fellow (pause), and so say all of us
And so say all of us, and so say all of us
For she's a jolly good fellow, for she's a jolly good fellow
For she's a jolly good fellow (pause), and so say all of us!

UNNCOMMONLY~TREATS~BE~PROMISED SPECIAL, UTTERLY TASTEY, NEVER BETTER POST POSTCRIPT: Milk~top your goblets, sweet dearies!

At your service:

Gemmama's
"Have Broom, Will Travel" receipt!

It's Practically Practical Magic!

MY WISH:

To garnish with the quicklies the count of days in front of this bloggyland's social event of the season
(one better, THE YEAR!):

Excitement be my
constant companion!

And for those who yet haven't,
ticking tocks say it's not too late for you
to be part of the make merry.

Come, join

!

Merely do follows of these specifics:
Eat plentifuls of

chocolate cake for breakfast,
then broomstick~hurry up yourself over to the treater who couldn't be sweeter,

to RSVP to a cornucopia over~brimming with Midnight Margarita madcapping!
(Clicking on the aloft Practical Magic Blog Party
invite will take you from here to a there!)

POSTSCCRIPT: Quite actually, the pre~"Say 'yes' to attendance" cake~eating is my interject, but it couldn't hurt, now, could it?! Lol!)

Lumos!

If You Catch a Firefly
By Lilian Moore (1909–2004)

If you catch a firefly
and keep it in a jar
You may find that
you have lost
A tiny star.

If you let it go then,
back into the night,
You may see it
once again
Star bright.

Lilian Moore, “If You Catch a Firefly” from I Feel the Same Way (New York: Atheneum, 1967). Copyright © 1967 by Lilian Moore. All Rights Renewed and Reserved. Used by permission of Marian Reiner.

Mere moments ago, (If that be, because I couldn't wait to herald!), my pocketbook all by itself opened to my favorite online emporium, Victorian Trading Co., because who could conjure up resistance to

this delightful,
light~full find?!

I've made buys of several! So far, one to go to the Pink Room and one to side~by~side night~light me as I doss in my own nest! The rest (a dozen's half in tally), I still make thinks about what places will be their very own.) What stunners ideed, truly you agree? [About this MustMakeMine says VTC: "We've chanced upon a clever souvenir of those magical evenings spent under a canopy of stars, gleefully in seeking those evasive, blinking yellow 'Lightning Bugs'."]

Also have I claimed

a Wintergarden!
It is Victorian Trading Company's crystal ring, who tells this tale: "Ivy-covered Austrian crystal spans two fingers like a neglected Victorian garden."

Any better do descriptives ever be?!
Such snaggable poetry caught me
hook, line and shiny dropball!

Daisy, Daisy Give Me Your Answer Do

And now they bow, “With all our heart,
We’ll love each other till us part.”

My co~pilot is my most times alarm clock, too. In so many words meows, Puddle did shortly ago remind me “Morning has come early!” Again might I add, yet I do laugh because she is so sweet! It is the handful of kitty bites in Puddle’s bowl next to my bed I put that she has become accustomed to, a stifle~action I akin to “hitting the Snooze button.” Once more I do a giggle with the “thinks” of a sleepy me making my pre~dawn delivery!

On a day like today and those resembling it as well,

my eyes are unusual platters and I make waits to play “‘Daisy,’ Tell Me Do.” If a pussykitty be your waker, you can play, too:

In your cat’s dish place a small palm of cat treats. Soon after a full feline~belly has been achieved, tally the number of morsels left in your familiar’s bowl. To be read with each treat~measure, recite one line of the following poem that now belongs to the powers of the “petals”:

[first treat] He loves me.
[second treat] He loves me not.
[third treat] He’ll want me.
[fourth treat] He won’t.
[fifth treat] If he could he would.
[sixth treat] But he can’t.

The line harmonizing with the last nibblet awards you your answer. I believe if treats numbered two, four, or six end your story, have at it like you’re putting shampoo to its use: rinse (the bowl, not the kit-kat! lol) and repeat, because Happily Ever Afters be good human treats!

(An Ed Okun illustration that inspires my knitting fingers, because you do ‘smell” a lovely beret just itching to be hatched from yarn needles, don’t you?! So do I think so, too!)

From top to bottom, then out my striped toes, I am excited ! A table whose whole self is not unlike the lookback a BIGly, red-dotted toadstool sees when its busy-ness is all about mirror-gazing, arrived by delivery wheels yesterday! The plan: to put it to special~seance good use on the day that falls on my birthday, come this October! Along side me please be delighted? Ahead be such enchanting fun and magical ghostly frolic! (About it will be more future words, this is my pledge.)

For You, One of My ButtonsnBows: A Magickal Shape~Up!

Pie Crust Button

Might I share one of my ButtonsnBows with you? I was hoping you'd say yes! Here goes --Oh! But before I forget, ButtonsnBows are my "ways" to Manifestation (<~~the "bow"), all of which typically incorporate pie-ing (<~~the "button" part). Now on with the show I then be:

When letter by letter in doubt, this is a nice spell for "clearing" (to make what is veiled, or otherwise not evident to the eye or the understanding, reveal itself): As you pie~form a crust, visualize your desires also taking shape. When you put the filling in, bless it, allowing what you have worked with your hands and through visualization to be full upped with positive vim!

Someone's in the Kitchen with Cellar!

An aphorism of one of Palmer Cox’s Brownies, Brownies Through the Union, 1894

On the wall of yesterday’s library visit I did spy a lovely and delightful Brownie~shipping~ahoy illustration and its poem, framed and hanging, and from which after making a read of it, I and cat Puddle were so inspired as to make it a today’s bake! First, the lovely ryhme I took jots of to share with you, followed by a receipt that is melting moments saying, “More!” and is as easy as... as... PIE to make!

Winter Twig: Walnut

The Brownie Boat

In a dipping mushroom schooner,
With a hey and a heigh and a ho,
Skipper Brownie’s cleared the dock,
For the Bay of I~Don’t~Know.

For the mast he sets a twiglet
For a sail a spidery thread:
With his leaves he gaily paddles,
While all elfland sleeps in bed.

Aunt Driven's Brownie Pie
2 eggs
1 cup sweets (sugar)
½ cup Witches' Frosting (butter, made soft)
½ cup Bakers’ Dust (flour)
3 to 4 hilled spoons of cocoa (Tablespoons)
1 teaspoon of Vanilla
Mite of salt (pinch)
½ cup of Walnuts, chopped

Place eggs, sweets, Frosting, Dust, cocoa, Vanilla and salt in a middle bowl, not a large. Beat until you’re mixing spoon is almost tired (four minutes). Stir in nuts and pour into a greased round. Bake at 350* thirty minutes or until done. Pie will settle like a meringue when it is cool. Slice and offer with white ice cream often.