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daily musings of a vintage addict * I am totally obsessed with all things vintage * trying to keep up with my past...and sometimes ordinary everyday life

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here I am in a little cottage that evokes the energies of my ancestral lands - a cottage on the moors of Cornwall, or on the cliff tops of Ireland or Scotland. It has a hearth. I am a hedge witch {of sorts}. I wear upcycled clothes, patchouli oil and Redback boots. I am a gypsy; an eccentric and a mystic [I often live with a foot in two worlds]. I serve my guests, tea from an old silver teapot. I love Vervain, yarrow, chamomile & mint. Star watcher and Moon gazer. story cloth weaver. keeper of family dreams and wishes. good friend and creator of life. herbal tea drinker and potion maker.

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April 18, 2006

early morning musings


a solution to my dilemma - after not having a very good sleep at all, due to the fact that my mind was in overdrive because of the snake - I have finally come to a solution. As St. Patrick is known for driving all the snakes out of Ireland, I think I just have to enlist his help to drive them from my yard, banish them forever to the ends of the earth. And if that doesn't work ? Maybe an ancient witch doctor/shaman can come and do his magic. And if that doesn't work? Then dear friends of mine - I am moving to New Zealand where they don't have snakes!

posted by Miss Robyn | 6:14 am

3 Comments:

Blogger VintagePretty said...

I have a great belief in doing what Hugh Fearnely Whittingstall did when his farm was overrun with pests. Get into a comfy area, out in the garden, and relax. Clear your mind, and ask, very politely and kindly, that the snakes leave your garden. Send good thoughts out to them, wishing them well wherever they go, and that they're safe. Do this three times on consecutive days and it should help - it did for Hugh, anyway.

Well done about all your gardening work in the last post, when can we see pictures?! hehe

5:01 pm  
Blogger Amy said...

ooh you can live near me! We don't have any snakes here in nz but I bet I'd freak if I saw one.

7:02 am  
Blogger Tongue in Cheek Antiques said...

lol Another thing in common!!

3:58 am  

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