Mary Caelsto
 
Cold. It sweeps through with the wind like dogs nipping at your heels. Leaves rattle on the trees, rustling with their own music of winter’s imminent arrival. Plants have turned barren; the last of the fall harvests are waiting on the vine. A final discovered cucumber marks the last of my garden’s produce, though [...]

Witchy Words Written by Mary CaelstoNothing in our lives stays static. The things we used to enjoy, we now look back at with fondness. Perhaps it was an author, a person, someone who helped us through the bad times, and when we realized that the bad times were over, we found we had nothing in [...]