The Mother is arguably the most popular face of the Goddess.
In the middle of April we are finally feeling the herald of Her much-less-loved persona, the Crone.
How I adore the Crone.
She speaks to me of wisdom gained through both pain and joy.
She it is who can look through the veil which divides here from there, now from then.
We have four liquidamber trees along our back fence.
These beautiful trees are one of the very few species in the world’s largest man-made forest* which actually put on an Autumn show-their leaves turn red and copper and gold, usually by Mabon.
But this year, only one tree is wearing its preWinter gown.The others are all still in full green.
A Pearl Acacia in the courtyard we look down upon at work is sprouting new pale green leaves.
What have we done?
As for me and my house, we shall worship the Coming of the Crone,in all Her chilly finery.