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.

I'm Sitting Pretty!

Designer seating arrangement by Jimmie Martin Ltd

Still awaiting a reply (having already torn two pages from my daily calendar), I this morning decided to give the “situation” a gentle nudge, anxious that I was for an affirmative. Leaving the door open to my Gemmama’s attic, where I made sits to catch up with paperwork amidst the fabric scraps and old clothes racks that I call My Office (Even Professional Dog Walkers must fuss with tedious forms, reports, and other such commotion.), because luck boils down to a positive energy flow that attracts similar energy-- and meanwhilst inspiring myself with many sips a Good~Morning~Be~Yours Honeysuckle Serendipity (<~~Yes, I happily share the receipt with you at this writing’s caboose!), I called my kittycat Puddle to come up The Creeky [<~~sky parlor stairs] and took particular notice of which paw she did place first into the room. For you see, if it is the right mitty, the answer is “yes,” but if the Puddle steps with the left, it is a “no.”

YES!

Simultaneously and immediately and sprinkled with magic to be sure, the telephone called out its tune to me! Indeed, the answer I had been hanging on to my hat for but a short while, yet at the time seemed longer, came to me over the line! Jubilation from the rooftops and higher, because it was the one I had been aching to hear: “YES!”

A simply lovely woman, who lives plenty less than a far cry from me, has decided that it is most agreeable to her (and my new charge!) that I forever~on~my~schedule stroll her little sausage dog,

Elf,

who this isn’t a picture of him at all, since I truly must respect the sweet pup’s privacy (Thank you for your understanding.), still you are given a bit of an idea of this little scamp’s cuddlesome nature because of this visual aid! lol!

Shall we toast in celebration?
Let’s do!

LoniceraPericlymenum ~ Common Woodbine

Good~Morning~Be~Yours
Honeysuckle Serendipity

Necessary Components:
4 cups Honeysuckle Blossoms (I keep a no~need~to~thaw frozen batch at the ready. PLEASE TO NOTE: Although their color may be affected by the “induced cold weather,” their lucky properties are not diminished because of it.)
6 cups of Sweet (sugar)
½ packet wine yeast
1 gallon of water (Full Moon Water is best!)
2 succulent oranges, sliced and juiced

Go~Aheads:
After placing the blossoms in a large crock, warm one half the water to just beneath a boil, then pour over petals. Allow to rest until flowers are near~seethrough. Sieve and rewarm to slightly; add orange juice and its pieces, and yeast. Place into a glass fermentation vessel with a lock until the liquid turns to “clear.” Bottle and keep in the cool and dark.

Magickal Relations: Luck, best fortune, and good health.

I've Got a Crush on You,

Sweetie Pie!

May love
and best Valentine's Day wishes-come-true

be yours,

Cellar Door