I've begin to work on the spring 2013 Moonflower garden. This year I've got quite a few varieties of seeds germinating or being pretreated with cold stratification right now.

Many have already started to sprout, so it looks like a very promising year :Lemon Balm, Lavender Bergamot, Catnip, Yarrow, White Sage, Monkshood, Purple Poppies, Mugwort, Valerian, Hopi Tobacco, Wormwood, Evening Primrose, Chamomile, Datura "Mranaha", Mountain Mint, Lady Lavender, Spikenard, Skullcap, Clary Sage, Rue, Borage, Belladonna, Vervain, Hyssop, Morning Glories, Garlic, Red peppers, Rosemary, & Basil.

Pictures of the little ones will be coming soon, as many will meet the with Mother Earth shortly.

I think I have my hands full at the moment, but I'd love to make the addition of some Iris's, some nice purple Basil, Licorice, Calamus, & maybe even a little Dracaena draco tree. Once these are all going strong I'll see about those last few. The basil and licorice will be easy, but the Calamus, Iris, & Dracaena will likely require some extra care.

I strongly prefer to use herbs I actually harvest myself in all my spell-work. This allows me to harvest them with a particular energy and goal in mind. I can also thank the plant spirit for it's generous aide, & make offerings as needed. Although many of these grow locally, it'll be wonderful to have them all in my own garden, where they can be gathered at only the most auspicious times.

"Come to me, O Beloved Mistress, Three-faced Selene;
kindly hear my Sacred Chants;
Night's Ornament, young, bringing Light to Mortals,
O Child of Morn who ride upon the Fierce Bulls,
O Queen who drive Your chariot on Equal Course With Helios,
who with the Triple Forms Of Triple Graces dance in Revel with The Stars.

You're Justice and the Moira's Threads:
Klotho and Lachesis and Atropos Three-headed,
You're Persephone, Megaira, Allekto,
Many-Formed,
who arm Your Hands With Dreaded, Murky Lamps,
who shake Your Locks Of fearful Serpents on Your Brow,
who sound The Roar of Bulls out from Your Mouths,
whose Womb Is decked out with the Scales of Creeping Things,
With Pois'nous Rows of Serpents down the Back,
Bound down Your Backs with Horrifying Chains Night-Crier,
Bull-faced,
loving Solitude,
Bull-headed,
You have Eyes of Bulls,
the Voice Of Dogs;
You hide Your Forms in Shanks of Lions,
Your Ankle is Wolf-shaped, Fierce Dogs are dear To You,
wherefore they call You Hekate,
Many-named,
Mene, cleaving Air just like Dart-shooter Artemis, Persephone,
Shooter of Deer, night shining, triple-sounding,
Triple-headed, triple-voiced Selene Triple-pointed, triple-faced, triple-necked,
And Goddess of the Triple Ways,
who hold Untiring Flaming Fire in Triple Baskets,
And You who oft frequent the Triple Way
And rule the Triple Decades,
unto me Who'm calling You be gracious and with Kindness Give Heed,
You who protect the Spacious World At night,
before whom Daimons quake in Fear And Gods Immortal tremble,
Goddess who Exalt Men,
You of Many Names,
who bear Fair Offspring,
Bull-eyed, Horned,
Mother of Gods And Men, and Nature,
Mother of All Things,
For You frequent Olympos, and the broad
And boundless Chasm You traverse.

Beginning
And End are You, and You Alone rule All.

For All Things are from You, and in You do All Things,
Eternal One, come to their End.

As Everlasting Bards surround Your Temples
You wear Great Kronos' Chains, unbreakable And unremovable,
and You hold in Your Hands a Golden Scepter.
Letters 'round Your Scepter Kronos wrote Himself and gave
To You to wear that
All Things stay steadfast: Subduer and subdued, Mankind's Subduer,
And Force-subduer;
Chaos, too, You rule.

Hail, Goddess, and attend Your Epithets,
I burn for You this Spice,
O Child of Zeus, Dart-shooter,
Heav'nly One,
Goddess of Harbors,
Who roam the Mountains,
Goddess of Crossroads,
O Nether and Nocturnal, and Infernal,
Goddess of Dark,
Quiet and Frightful One,
O You who have Your Meal amid the Graves,
Night, Darkness,
Broad Chaos: Necessity Hard to escape are You;
You're Moira and Erinys, Torment, Justice and Destroyer,
And You keep Kerberos in Chains, with Scales Of Serpents are You dark,
O You with Hair Of Serpents, Serpent-girded, who drink Blood,
Who bring Death and Destruction, and who feast On Hearts, Flesh Eater,
who devour Those Dead Untimely, and You who make Grief resound
And spread Madness, come to my Sacrifices,
And now for me do You fulfill this Matter."

Source - Magika Hiera: Ancient Greek Magic and Religion edited by Christopher A. Faraone, Dirk Obbink, translation by E. N. O'Neil