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The Cottage May/Midsummer 2002
Garden Magick

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Garden Magick
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As Litha is a celebration of the God's power and blessings on the crops, Garden Spells are popular at this time.
*An old spell against weeds* (This hasn't worked for me yet, but I found it in an old book of folklore and home remedies and it was interesting, so I'm including it.):
Under a waning moon, break a leaf from your garden's tallest weed. Crush it between your teeth (Make sure it's not poisonous, of course!) and spit it upon the earth, saying:
"Malum Depuo, Hostem Veneno Caedo Caedo." (I have no idea the translation or exact pronunciation of this, as I said, it was in an old book)
Cut off the rest of the weed stalk or stem with a Boline or silver knife and spread a handful of salt over the hidden weed root. All the garden bears witness to the act and it's enemies must then withdraw.
*A Chant for an Herb Garden on Solstice*
Most every Witch has at least a small herb garden- this is a wonderful little chant to be said over your herb garden on the Solstice sunrise. I like to say it while watering my Herbs, too.
"Thyme and sage for sore throats,
Rosemary to darken hair,
Bergamot to make a tea,
Flax for me to wear.
Cecily for sour fruit,
Lemon balm a cake,
Chive to mix with salad and egg,
Mint a thirst to slake.
The Wise Women of old with loving care
Grew herbs and gave poor folk a share,
And cottage gardens still are found
Where natures' medicines abound."
*A Litha prayer for the Earth.*
"Great God, Father of the Earth,
Shine down on this, your strongest day.
Blessed Goddess who gave us Birth,
Bless us who honor your ancient way.
As Summer's light falls to the ground,
lending crops and trees it's power,
the Summer winds blow warm and round,
touching the corn silk and the flowers.
We give you thanks, our Mother Earth,
We praise you, fire of the Sun.
We dance this Solstice day with Mirth,
from dawns' first light 'till the day is done."