We have elm trees in our back yard, and frankly, I was not a fan.
There isn’t a season when they aren’t dropping something — flowers, fruits, leaves — making a mess all over the patio. They drop twigs and branches as often as they drop leaves. When it comes to yard work, we’re in a never ending battle to keep ahead of what we’ve come to call the “tree crap.” The trees always win.
Not a fan of elms.
Until I learned that the elm is associated with the Crone.
It makes sense. History and mythology associate the elm with magical practice because the branches grow in configurations resembling Us or Ys, shapes associated with cauldrons and chalices. I’m so glad I came upon this information on the eve of the Autumnal Equinox. How appropriate! A time of turning from summer, to fall, to winter, remembering our summer glories under the waning moon while preparing to draw inside to nurture ourselves with what we have stored up for leaner times.The season of the Crone is upon us, and my elms are calling.
I plan to go outside tonight, stand under my elm trees and look up at the waning moon, celebrating seasons past and the warmth of fires yet to come.
I might let out a good howl or two.
I invite you to join me.