Welcome to my secret garden party, Willow. She couldn’t talk back, so she just nodded. i poured tea for two, chamomile and lavender. She glanced over at the wild mint patch. I knew what to do, a leaf or two for each cup. Her long,…

When the moon rises high, like a celestial eye a voice rides upon the whipping wind, saying, “Let go, let go…change is coming. “Bend, bend…be like the wise Willow and not the stubborn Oak.” Before the witching hour, every heart and mind drifts to the…