So not a Witch’s Garden


When we were looking for a house to live in, one of the few stipulations I made was that it had to have a decent garden. Luckily, we did not end up with the huge garden I wanted, as it’s difficult enough to manage the small garden we have.

To start with, the garden was covered in either ivy or bluebells. If I had known what I had known now, I would have napalmed the lot. Whatever you do, do not plant bluebells in your garden. They are a devil to remove and I’m still trying to kill the blighters after seven years of gardening. I cut all the ivy down and have a wand with a diameter of an inch as a result. I kept quite a few other pieces, but unfortunately those were stored in the garden shed, something got in and made holes in them, so I lost the lot. I now store wood in the garage to cure.

The garden and lawn has suffered from my ignorance. When I was growing up my parents had just let the lawn be, but the soil in my current garden is clay so we are prone to moss and I knew nothing of drainage holes and still know little of weeding the lawn. I have nearly banished all the moss and this year’s lawn project is to buy edging and use it to mark a border, as one of the side borders is merging with the lawn. I did previously use a spade to mark the border, but since the lawn is so poor this did not work and I think I need edging to make a permanent border edge.

I had done some gardening before, but stopped in my teens after the gladioli incident. I had grown them from seed and they were growing marvellously and flowering well until my parents insisted on putting grass cuttings around them for mulch, which killed them. I was terribly upset and did not garden again until I moved into my current home.

I did not know about soil types or shade as my parents’ attitude is “just put it in anywhere, it will survive” and I found out through a lot of trial and error that this advice just doesn’t work. I no longer take gardening advice from my parents.

Since the garden has clay soil a lot of herbs will not grow, as most need dry conditions. I did plant heartsease, thinking it would have a lot of uses but I never did use it and one year it failed to come up again. I could plant herbs in containers, but I currently have four, which are proving hard enough to deal with as it is. For example, I had not realised that even when it is raining sometimes the rain doesn’t reach the soil in the container until my penstemons failed to flower.

My garden is at the moment suffering from neglect through illness (I’m currently recovering from a bout of ‘flu and am off physical work until better) and having a toddler to work around. I’m hoping to do a lot more this year as he’s now napping for around two hours an afternoon, but it’s possible that he may drop naps altogether and I’ll be stuffed.

I don’t think I’ll ever have the witchy garden I dreamed of, but I seem to use wood in my spells instead and have a local wood five minutes away from me.

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Prayer


I have been a pagan for sixteen years and am just getting into prayer.

This is not counting the “A, please help me with X thank you” requests which I suspect everyone of any religion makes when they’re in a tight spot.

I have taken so long to get into prayer because I was brought up as Christian, yet God never answered any of my prayers, not even the ones of which I’ve given an example of in the paragraph above. So I became disillusioned and stopped praying.

When I became Pagan and found myself in a tight spot, I did pray then and the prayers were always answered. However, I did not start praying properly again when someone on a Facebook Brigit group recommended it for becoming more in touch with Brigit.

So far I say a prayer to Brigit when I light the hob and one to The Morrigan before I shuffle my deck of tarot cards. I suspect prayers will become more a part of my life as I progress in my path.