I tend to, much like an actor, take on the interests and oddities of the characters I write about while I’m in the midst of crafting them.
When I started writing Geist, magickal herbalism entered and I dug deep into the study of witchy herbs. Learning about the fantastical properties of hellebore, heather, lilies, foxglove, and more proved fascinating and I became pretty much obsessed with the need to grow a poison garden as well as an edible garden this year.
Since we live in one-thousand square feet in Vancouver, that garden required some major containers. My upstairs neighbour graciously offered two of her unused wooden raised beds and I got to work.
The evolution of that space (and my previously almost non-existent gardening skills) proves more magickal every day.
I’ve come to know hellebore as the most magnificent of species:
I’ve fallen in love with herb bouquets:
Found little gifts from the fae left after Beltane:
Already taken in my first mint harvest:
Met some new friends:
And fallen in love with my back deck again:
