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westusarealtyofprescott · 14 days

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Unlocking the Secrets of Success: Discover What West USA Realty of Prescott Can Do for You

The Cornerstone of Real Estate Excellence In 2023, Mike and Cindy Eastwood of West USA Realty of Prescott not only achieved but surpassed industry expectations by winning the coveted Award of Excellence. This accolade is not merely recognition but a celebration of their profound impact on real estate practices through innovative client engagement and relentless pursuit of service excellence. Their strategic initiatives and commitment to customer satisfaction have fundamentally shifted industry benchmarks, positioning them as the epitome of real estate prowess.

Innovative Strategies for Market Challenges Navigating today’s volatile real estate market demands more than just conventional wisdom—it requires an adaptive, proactive approach. The Eastwoods have been at the forefront, introducing cutting-edge strategies that maximize client satisfaction and enhance team performance. Their pioneering methods are a template for success, significantly influencing how real estate professionals can thrive amidst fluctuating market conditions.

A Team Effort Like No Other The story of the Eastwoods’ success is a collective narrative of ambition, dedication, and teamwork. Each real estate agent contributes unique perspectives that enrich the collective goal of industry leadership. The Award of Excellence thus celebrates not only individual achievement but a shared vision of success, reflecting the powerful synergy within West USA Realty of Prescott.

Acknowledging Agent Contributions Central to the Eastwoods’ triumph is the agents whose excellence underpins the team’s esteemed reputation and leadership in the sector. This award underscores the significant impact of nurturing and rewarding dedicated real estate professionals within the brokerage. For agents aspiring to elevate their careers, West USA Realty of Prescott represents a nurturing ground for developing market-leading skills and insights.

Strategic Partnership with West USA Realty The achievements of Mike and Cindy Eastwood are bolstered by their strategic alliance with West USA Realty, a name synonymous with innovation and leadership. This partnership has equipped them with crucial resources and support, essential for setting new service standards and achieving remarkable outcomes. This alliance exemplifies the transformative potential of collaborative endeavors in mastering complex market dynamics.

Visions for the Future With this prestigious award as a catalyst, the Eastwoods are more motivated than ever to advance the boundaries of real estate possibilities. Backed by robust team support and substantial resources from West USA Realty, they are set to pioneer new opportunities that promise to further raise the bar of industry excellence. Agents keen on leading the curve in real estate innovation will find West USA Realty of Prescott the perfect launchpad for their ambitions.

Gratitude and Forward Outlook Expressing deep gratitude towards West USA Realty and their professional team members, Mike and Cindy regard this accolade as a milestone in their continuous quest for excellence. Focused on future goals, they are committed to elevating the real estate landscape and inspiring a culture of persistent advancement and innovation among their peers and colleagues.

The Essence of Achievement The 2023 Award of Excellence celebrates more than outstanding service—it commemorates a steadfast commitment to integrity, professionalism, and teamwork. This honor charts a course for upcoming ventures and further advancements in the real estate field, highlighting the critical role of a supportive and innovative brokerage in achieving sustainable success.

About West USA Realty of Prescott

As a beacon of innovation and excellence in real estate, West USA Realty of Prescott stands out for its progressive strategies and commitment to agent and client success. With comprehensive support systems and top-tier resources, it empowers its agents and clients to excel and shape the ever-evolving real estate landscape. For those seeking to enhance their career trajectory and harness cutting-edge industry tools, West USA Realty of Prescott remains an unmatched ally in the quest for real estate excellence. To learn more visit www.westusaofprescott.com

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wine-porn · 9 months

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Napa Grenache

After the light, beautiful little version in flint the other day, I was looking for something a little more seriouser from the Grenache king. This is my first outing with his Carneros bottling, and expectations are high. Ridiculously vegetal on the nose: a muddy briar rife with eucalyptus and chopped weedy greenery. Dark, concentrated berry lies below, a plummy sort of fruit-punch perfection with…

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blueiskewl · 5 months

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Lost and Found: Bottle Hunter Digs Extraordinary Farmland Treasures

Tom Askjem is a time traveler. Every May to November, he disappears into the bowels of the earth, descends to depths of 13’-plus, and returns to the surface with treasure—bottles and glassware from farming’s past.

After 1,800 pits and hundreds of thousands of relics, Askjem is equal parts archeologist, thrill seeker, and mole. Muscle on dirt, the North Dakota farm boy has turned an addiction into a career, multiple books, and a captivating YouTube channel with millions of views. However, Askjem seeks more than glass.

“I’m digging for adventure, history, and love,” he says. The past is in these holes and there are countless numbers of them across farmland.”

Time to hunt with a master.

The Infection

On the flats of extreme eastern North Dakota’s Traill County, Askjem, 32, prepares for a dig trip. “No mountains and no hills in the Red River Valley,” he describes. “You can see your dog run away for days. The land is mostly featureless, other than a few big cottonwoods and shelter belts where farms used to be.”

A mop of blonde hair sits atop a 6’-tall, lanky frame as Askjem saddles his pony—a Honda Civic. At the current mileage rate, the Civic will be junkyard fodder before it has a scratch: 60,000 backroad miles added to the odometer in the past six months.

Askjem piles layers of gear into the trunk, including three of each tool for insurance: shovels, pronged garden forks, trampoline pads, probe rods, buckets, plastic scoopers, trowels, tents, sleeping bags, blankets, pillows, air mattresses, clothes, and waterproof, Redwing leather work boots.

“It never gets old,” he says, wearing a wide grin. “I caught the infection when I was a kid.”

Digging Bodies

Pushed from the Grand Forks area by the historic Red River flood of 1997, Askjem moved to a farm outside Buxton at six years young. The main property was an 1878 homestead—a progression from sod house to log cabin to the present standing 1898 farmhouse decked in Victorian-era woodwork and hardware.

Surrounded by history, including the skeletons of old wagons and rusting machinery, Askjem explored a 5-acre patch of woods on the property, and chanced on a garbage dump: pop bottles and trash.

Askjem dug.

“I went deep and found stuff going back to 1898. When you’re a kid living in the country, there’s no going down the street and there’s no hanging with friends to play video games—you make your own adventure. I started hitting up all the farmers I could find for leads.”

Behind the wheel of a rattling go-cart, Askjem sought Buxton old-timers and collected tips on abandoned houses. “They all helped me,” he says. “Nobody cared where I hunted because I was just a little kid exploring for all the right reasons.”

“I’ve still got an elementary school journal with an assignment describing my weekend,” he adds. “I wrote, ‘Me and Mom dug up old bodies.’ The teacher marked my paper out of concern,” Askjem describes, with an easy, deep chuckle. “I meant to spell bottles, not bodies. But it shows I was truly hooked.”

Indeed. Wonderfully hooked.

Soft Landing

Why are bottles buried under farmland and old house sites?

Prior to plastic and synthetics, glassware held everything: medicine, hygiene products, alcohol, soda, and beyond. Glass was it.

Additionally, prior to waste disposal services, homeowners discarded trash on-site—in back yard outhouses, trash depressions, burn pits, and wells or cisterns. In short time, the various ground receptacle spots were filled and forgotten.

“Let’s say, for example, a family moved in around 1880,” Askjem explains. “That site likely has two or three outhouse locations prior to World War l. The outhouse spots filled up at a rate according to family size. I dug one farmhouse site that had six outhouses in a 10-year span. Folks went into the outhouses and threw away bottles: medicine, opiates, beer, whiskey. It was convenient and private, and had a soft landing, and got covered quickly. Even now, the bottles often are still preserved.”

“Generally, these houses also had a burn pit and/or dump pit. In the early days, they burned all trash in the stove for heat. Also, homestead bucket wells were filled up with trash and bottles once they were replaced by pump wells. Cisterns also were eventually filled up, but most of those are associated with houses in town.”

And the sites remain, he emphasizes, hiding intact relics beyond the reach of farm machinery or tillage equipment.

X Marks the Spot

Location. Location. Location. Other than a tip or invitation, how does Askjem find dig sites?

X marks the spot, at least in the county courthouse or public library. He spends winters poring over early property transaction documents. “I look at lot sales. If several lots sold for $100 each in 1880, but one sold for $1,000 in 1885, the price climb tells the story and likely represents a building location.”

“I also read old newspaper archives, looking for hotel or business advertisements,” Askjem continues. “Then I can look up the proprietor’s name and keep tightening the scope, narrowing down the exact building location.”

“Every single house is different, but generally, in the countryside, outhouses were 30 paces out the back door. In the city, where most lots were 140’ long, outhouses could be as close as 5-10 paces.”

Confident of a site’s potential, Askjem first asks for permission to dig from the landowner. “Property owners are always so kind to me and I don’t hide anything I find. They’re curious about what is in the ground, just like anybody else.”

Second, he grids out the site. “I put down markers 2 paces apart, maybe 20 paces long. I push probe rods into ground and feel for compaction differences. Depending on the location, I’ll call in and have utility lines marked out for power and gas.”

Decked in Levi’s and a tank-top, it’s time to tunnel.

Claustrophobic Comfort

Shovel in hand, Askjem descends into a layer cake of dirt: black topsoil to brown-colored clay to telltale ash to a use layer containing treasure.

“Generally, I go deep to find old items in quantity. The earliest bottles were used to the last drop by farmers and thrown out empty. Therefore, when they froze in brutal Dakota winters, the glass didn’t break from liquid expansion.”

As Askjem extracts glass vessels from the dirt and grime, his encyclopedic knowledge registers with each find. He recognizes the type, manufacturer, and age. Ink bottles, hygiene bottles, medicine bottles, beer bottles, soda bottles—and far more spill from the holes.

“I find patented medicine bottles across the country, but my favorite are soda bottles because they are unique to their locale and have character. The old soda bottles are usually marked with the bottler and town name because they were returnable.”

The outhouse pits are typically 6’-deep at home sites, with an average size of 6’-by-4’-by-3’. “I’ve dug ghost towns, dug saloons, train depots, and pool halls that were 12’ long, 4’ wide, and 8’ deep. I remember a hotel pit that was 20’-by-20’ and 8’ deep. There was a military fort with pits behind the barracks that was 12’ long, 4’ wide, and 13.5’ deep: That was a week’s worth of digging.”

Askjem’s subterranean realm provides no comfort to the claustrophobic. At 8’-9’, he braces the holes with woodwork. “I’m in a solid clay base that doesn’t cave, but I have a healthy respect for the ground’s limitation. Sometimes, it looks like I’m digging a rabbit hole.”

Preserved in nature’s freezer, the artifacts unearthed by Askjem often are in phenomenal condition.

“Pieces of newspaper can still be read; bottle labels are legible; white lime used in decomposition is visible; and undigested seeds are everywhere. Even 120-year-old human waste sometimes is perfectly preserved and still smells like hell. I wear a hydrogen sulfide respirator in those cases.”

“It’s all there; almost like it was dropped yesterday.”

Ghosts in the Ground

In 2022, Askjem began chronicling his digs via a YouTube channel, Below the Plains, and soon captured millions of views. At two posts per week, he gins footage at a steady rate to feed the algorithm, a tough task considering the ground in his geography is frozen from mid-November to mid-May.

Additionally, Askjem has written two in-depth books (Nebraska Soda Bottles 1865-1930 and A History of North Dakota Bottling Operations 1879-1930) and has more on the way. “I put the bottle prices in the books because they can sell for a whole lot and I always tell the landowners. Listing prices draw criticism, but that’s important to me because it helps preserve the item, and preservation of history is what drives me.”

Covered in dust or mud at the end of each day in digging season, Askjem is highly respectful of what he finds—almost reverent after 1,800 digs. “I appreciate everything I uncover because it represents a part of someone’s daily life and existence. There’s nothing wrong with coveting bottles, but I’m really in those holes for the moment of discovery.”

Even when not digging, Askjem is on the move, surfing on the coasts or river diving for lost cargo. In the decades to come, will he continue burrowing into the past? “Twenty years from now, I hope I’m still digging and there’s nothing I’d rather be doing right now.”

“There’s not an infinite amount of lost bottle sites, but there’s certainly an incredibly high number,” he continues. “There were 300,000 homestead farms in North Dakota with a minimum of one well, one outhouse, and one trash dump. And that doesn’t include towns where most of the population lived. There are millions of these sites in North Dakota and far more in other states.”

Respect to a freewheeling hunter like no other. Bottles draw the eye, but ghosts draw the heart: “The moment never gets old when you uncover a bottle and find that history,” Askjem adds. “Never.”

By CHRIS BENNETT.

#Lost and Found: Bottle Hunter Digs Extraordinary Farmland Treasures #Tom Askjem #glass #glass bottles #ancient glass #ancient artifacts #archeology #archeolgst #history #ancient history #history news #treasure #treasure hunter #antiques #bottle hunter #long post #long reads

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crying screaming throwing up gently kissing the other awake for arthur pls isabell im so thirsty my crops are dying

It's been so long...let's see if I still got it.

Tenderly, the morning light fell and came to a sunny rest upon your eyelids. In a bedroom, in a quiet stretch of forest, loveliness reigned and stillness too. The window framed an opal-colored sky and a pair of fond arms enfolded you. The cobwebs of a dream were swept away by the warm clarity of the present. You blinked in the angle of sunlight, nuzzling your nose into a familiar, steadfast shoulder and sensed the heart beating in the body beside you. You remained still. The scent of evergreens and a whiff of starched pillowcases filled your nose. The chest beneath your splayed palm rose and fell and you glanced along the planes of him, lying with your shins entangled, clothes wrinkled, and hair tousled.

Arthur’s lashes looked like fine bristles of gold in the sunshine. A contentment suffused his features while he rested, the sight of which never failed to strike you—how the lines beside his eyes smoothed, his brows relaxed, his jaw slack. On an elbow you rose cautiously, your toes traveling past his ankles.

A breeze through the trees softly tossed the boughs of the cottonwoods, the buds on the point of bursting and snowing in the air. Robins whistled, and you paused in this sun-warmed angle to look upon your lover’s face without him knowing for the simple pursuit of transfixing this moment in memory. You placed a thumb on the soft cushion of his mouth and let it trail into the valley of his chin’s scar, delighting in the sharp prickle of his beard, and cradled his jaw in that hand. The freckle on his cheek beckoned you next, and you leaned to press a kiss against it, grazing stubble, eyes closing as the muslin of your nightdress slipped down your shoulder.

Your heart skipped as the lips beneath your touch softened and brushed over the pad of your thumb. A sound came from low in Arthur’s throat, like a groan of laughter, and there was a murmur of cotton as his coarse, large hand wrinkled your chemise. He nudged your nose with his and rose from the hazy lake of sleep with a smile, one veiled by memory and tinged by dreams, and your mouths melded together like two raindrops meeting on a window, seamless and certain. When the kiss dissipated, Arthur’s hand lifted to your denuded shoulder and his fingertips as they touched your skin were softer than a breeze flitting over flowers. How slowly they dragged as he traced the line of your collarbone, how openly his eyes spoke of adoration as he met your shy glance of affection.

“You’re smiling,” he observed, bringing his knuckles to your cheekbone, and kissed each corner of it.

#arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x female reader #rdr2 #arthur morgan #asks #*my writing #EITHER IT GETS PROOFREAD OR IT GETS POSTED SO IM SORRY FOR ANY ERRORS #shallow-gravy #thank u for getting me out of my cage

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batwingsandblackcats · 6 months

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Once & Formerly Haunted: tunes for a bookshop au

Though y'all would maybe be interested in some tunes curated by @sageobo31 and I for our lil bookshop story. We hope ya like it!

Tracklist:

00. a little bookshop | Tapestries and Tomes - Julian Schloming Figures on the wall / Flicker through the hall / Gathering 'cross the curtains / One and all / Tapestries and tomes / lamps upon the stone / radiate into the great unknown

P. I | summer left us beckoning (walk that empty northern hemisphere wide)

01. Imogen arrives on Wildemount | The Amber Road - Critical Role, Omar Fadel 02. Tri-Spires from a distance | Approaching Zadash - Hunter Rogerson 03. the first chill | October - Eric Whitacre, North Texas Wind Symphony 04. wandering Zadash | This Empty Northern Hemisphere - Gregory Alan Isakov Smoke it flies from whisky mouths / Vagabonds walk this suitcase town / Summer left us beckoning / The cottonwoods are all worn out / Night comes fixing on the day / And the universe reigned again / While the wheels roll it all glows a flickering light

P. II | once & formerly haunted

Ch. 1: copper kettle confessions

05. too many people, too many thoughts | Halling efter Per Loof - Frida Johansson, Henrik Oja 06. Once & Formerly Haunted | The Old Favourite - The Gloaming 07. a cup of tea | Tea with the Pansophical - Critical Role, Sterling Maffe

Ch. 2: pastries for a friend

08. wandering thoughts | Dreaming of Relief - Chris and Thomas I hope what you find will calm your mind / I hope you will always find the time you need 09. "Someone expectin' ya?" | Solace - Tow're 10. a new friend | The Hare - The Gloaming

Ch. 3: darling it's cold outside

11. Laudna’s home | Heads of the Valleys Road - Jess Morgan

Ch. 4: to keep you warm

12. shopping in Zadash | Finch In The Pantry - The Arcadian Wild 13. a proposal | The Forest of Frost on The Windshield - Matt Pond PA

Ch. 5: a new home

14. settling in | Roots - The Arcadian Wild Throw me all the seeds you sow / I'll take 'em in and make them grow in your light / Just give it time / So put down your roots / And I'll plant this fallow field of mine with you 15. nightmares | After a Storm - Western Skies Motel

Ch. 6: scars and stories

16. peppers and eggs | In The Kitchen - Hawktail

Ch. 7: cider, shots, and bad decisions

17. stories from Gelvaan | The Universe - Gregory Alan Isakov The universe, she's wounded / She's got bruises on her feet / I sit down like I always did / And tried to calm her down / I send her my warmth and my silence / And all she sends me back is rain, rain / The universe, she's wounded / She's still got infinity ahead of her

Ch. 8: a faire companion

18. Laudna's melody | Bell's Harmonic - Alan Gogoll 19. the hazel festival | The Old Road to Garry - The Gloaming

to be continued...

#TIBSAU #The Imodna Bookshop AU #Imodna #Playlists #playlist #critical role #critical role fanfic

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fraidycat-art · 1 year

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#cv #onyx #bisque #mine #cottonwood valley #horse #horse comic #horse art #horsie #she is so creechur to me #i really adore onyx #i think she has a walking gait #and also bisque is a natural hunter #er hunter gait #idk if any of my followers know horse stuff #god knows i didnt until a few months ago #full disclosure: im not an equestrian im a 2005 deviantart horsegirl with adult hands now #also this horse is a ninja and she is so cool

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gigglyalex · 1 year

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Ref sheet for peanut, she accepted our invitation to join the herd!

#gigglyalexart #gigglyalex’s oc #cottonwood valley #HARPG

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fyeahsterek72 · 2 years

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The Curse of the Love Sweater

Read it here!

Written by: HisBeloved (fyeahsterek72/droppedstitches72

With Art by: delete-risks

Rating: E (56K, human au, yarn store au, knitting au, YouTuber Stiles, knitwear designer Derek, so much fluff, explicit sexual content, prepare to get diabetes it’s so sweet)

Excerpt:

“Welcome to Lucky Ewe! On Lucky Ewe, my best friends Scott and Erica and I talk about yarn, knitting, crochet, and all other things yarnie! Lucky Ewe is a community yarn shop in Beacon Hills, California and we like to think of ourselves as the neighborhood hangout for the crafty types. We do online orders, too; you can find our web address below and in the show notes!”

“I'm Stiles, this is my best friend in the entire world, stepbrother, and co-owner, Scott McCall - Scottie, I’m so happy you could join us today! Scott’s a veterinarian, too, so he doesn’t have all the time in the world, and we’re so happy when he can join us! And to my left is my sister-from-another-mister Erica Reyes, fellow shopkeeper, fellow knitter, Super Friend!”

...

Taking a deep breath, Stiles turned to Scott and said, “So, what did you do this weekend Scott?"

For just a moment, Scott looked like he’d been caught doing something that he wasn’t supposed to do. “Um, yeah, Ali and I went out again. She’s amazing. And I met her dad, who is terrifying, and his husband, who sort of looked like he wanted to eat me?”

“Well, you are sexy in a lifetime friends sort of way,” Stiles commented, Erica nodding her head in agreement. “So why the look that you’d been caught? We love Ali! She’s been coming here for years; it’s about time you two started dating.”

Looking at the camera, Erica said, “They’ve been mooning disgustingly over each other forever.”

“Like you’re not naming our sale codes after Boyd,” Scott countered, smiling with affection.

“Don’t avoid the question, Scottie. You know I’ll drag it out of you eventually,” Stiles said.

“Well, the easiest way to meet both her dad and stepdad was - well, see, Peter, her stepdad ..”

“Peter Hale, folks, famous vintner behind Wolf’s Head Wines and SUUUUPER loaded,” Stiles supplied.

“Yeah, him. He hangs out at his nephew’s store a lot.” Scott replied, looking at his hands, which he was wringing underneath the table.

“His nephew being Derek Hale? The same Derek Hale who runs The Hale Yarn Company?” Erica challenged, looking aghast.

“It’s not like you haven’t been there a hundred times, what with Boyd working there,” Scott argued back.

“Yes, but you said, and I quote, ‘I will never step foot in The Hale Yarn Company,’ and then Stiles said that was ridiculous, that you could go wherever you wanted, and then you said that Claudia had a good reason for not liking them even though no one knows what that reason was and also that it was in Cottonwood Valley and Cottonwood Valley makes you feel like you should buy a better car and they only have Whole Foods for groceries which is way too expensive and no good fast food...”

“Which, folks, means that they don’t have Panda Express,” Stiles interrupted.

“Panda Express is the bomb,” Scott mused with a smile.

“It’s all about the orange chicken,” Stiles contributed.

Coming Soon to the @twsterekbigbang!

#sterek #sterek big bang 2022 #teaser #sterek fic #my writing #human au #yarn shop au #knitting au

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henbane-and-honeysuckle · 1 year

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The Hexennacht that wasn't...and other May Day Adventures

An unfortunate spirit attachment issue has kept me from planning and carrying out the full extent of what I wanted to do for Hexennacht. It's been a very draining, stressful, and illness filled month.

So on Sunday I went to a local lake I've been developing a relationship with and attempted to complete my Todaustragen ceremony wherein winter/death is driven out and reborn as spring/summer/life. I've been planning this since February and decided this rite was more accessible to me in my current state than a wild night of witchy hedonism and spirit flight would be. Traditionally this rite is done around the spring equinox or Easter but it was still extremely winter™️ here at that time.

However on Hexennacht it was way too windy for me to actually burn the effigy, the wind snuffed out any attempt at a fire immediately. So I proceeded with the drowning portion of the rite and then let the spirits guide me on what to do next. I was guided to several significant hidden locations along the lakeshore that I'll be returning to for sure.

The following day, May day, I heard about the destruction of a significant prairie remnant just a few hours from where I live. Thousands of years of untilled land and unique flora gone due to random pesticide spraying. I felt moved to explore a local prairie restoration effort just over the border in Iowa to pay my respects. What I meant to be a quick check in on the state of the regrowth there turned into a 3 hour long hike.

The patch of Elder is just starting to develop buds and the Red Dogwood is very present. I intended to obtain some Cottonwood buds or fluff but I think I was too early for the fluff and too late for the buds. The Blackberry bushes have leafed out and the Nettle is absolutely everywhere. Down in the valley, there was a significant presence of Woodland Phlox, a very potent indicator of the local spirits and an appropriate omen for May day.

The hike was much longer than I planned and ended up being quite the ordeal physically and spiritually. I felt tested and teased, turning down paths that didn't lead where I expected them to or were much longer than I expected. With my walking stick in hand and the fierce wind ranging, I felt kinship with and watched by the Old Grey Wanderer. I saw parts of this land I've never witnessed before, despite visiting this location many times. I ended up walking along the very boundaries of the reserve and hiking up the highest point of elevation there.

Eventually I came across a grove of Juniper trees to whom I confessed being rather lost and exhausted, Juniper being a spirit much associated with Right Relations and gift giving, amongst many other things. Shortly afterwards I ended up back at my car grateful to be heading home and quite exhausted but appreciative of this land and this season.

#Hexennacht #traditional witchcraft #personal ramblings #maybe ill be better in time for old Hexennacht in a couple weeks

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westusarealtyofprescott · 14 days

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Discovering Prescott, Arizona: A Hidden Gem for Homebuyers and Adventure Seekers

Introduction to Prescott, Arizona Nestled amidst the mountains of north-central Arizona, Prescott is more than just a scenic retreat; it's a community where history meets modern living, attracting a diverse range of people seeking a higher quality of life away from urban centers. Known for its perfect climate, vibrant community, and rich historical heritage, Prescott is fast becoming one of the most sought-after destinations for relocating families, retirees, and professionals alike. The area's charm is magnified by its year-round accessibility to outdoor activities, bolstered by over 300 days of sunshine annually.

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