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Monday, December 22, 2025

The Turning of the Year

Sharing a few more thoughts on this time of year.


Winter Solstice Chant


By Annie Finch


Vines, leaves, roots of darkness, growing,

now you are uncurled and cover our eyes

with the edge of winter sky

leaning over us in icy stars.

Vines, leaves, roots of darkness, growing,

come with your seasons, your fullness, your end.


Tonight's sunset:



One of my poems, from 2020:

Solstice

Smoke curls, swirls heavenward

through reaching branches

naked white against a dying day.

Holly and ivy twine

through wisps of flame and stars--

Owl drifts tree to tree,

Coyote sings,

a song ancient as mistletoe,

as time.

Spirits stir: 

the veil thins.

 

This night, 

Holly King yields,

Green Man takes the crown;

roots awaken.



An old photo of our house, from around 1980, I think, taken around this time of year. Back when we were walking in all winter.



One more old one:

Solstice 2015

6:00 AM, and dark,

still as the middle of the night,

as midnight, quiet.  I walk out,

into the glow of Christmas

strands left burning,

Defiant.

 The rooster crows,

just once.

Our little creek rushes

between shrouded hills,

Over-full from hours of steady rain.

No stars in the sky this longest night

to welcome the coming Light.





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Sunday, December 21, 2025

Merry Solstice!

27°f/-2.8C, mostly clear. Warmed into the low 50's. Nice day.

Wishing you all comfort and warmth on this longest night, at least for us in the northern hemisphere!


My favorite poem for this day:

The Shortest Day by Susan Cooper 

So the shortest day came, and the year died,

And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world

Came people singing, dancing,

To drive the dark away.

They lighted candles in the winter trees;

They hung their homes with evergreen;

They burned beseeching fires all night long

To keep the year alive,

And when the new year’s sunshine blazed awake

They shouted, reveling.

Through all the frosty ages you can hear them

Echoing behind us—Listen!!

All the long echoes sing the same delight,

This shortest day,

As promise wakens in the sleeping land:

They carol, feast, give thanks,

And dearly love their friends,

And hope for peace.

And so do we, here, now,

This year and every year.

Welcome Yule!

 

A quiet welcome here at home.


The wheel turns, and around we go again. Welcome to the Oak King! Goodbye, Holly King!





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Saturday, December 20, 2025

Puppy and Wine and Cookies and Wind

21°f/-6°C, rising to 55, mostly clear.

We had some wild winds Thursday, with gusts up to 74mph recorded near our home! We were fortunate; no downed trees around our house although there were several along the road, and our power stayed on. Many people in the area lost power, so we were lucky. The deck was littered with small branches and twigs, and we had to hunt for the dogs' food bowl, but that was it for us. With that wind came some heavy rain too, and it beat on the side of the house that seldom gets hit by rain. So that bedroom window that needed washing? All clean now!


Pip, AKA Pippy, Pippin, and Pippy Longstocking, a few weeks ago.

Yesterday we took Pip, our new dog, to visit the animal shelter we got him from a couple months ago. Poor puppy was nervous at first, I guess thinking we were bringing him back! The people at the shelter were so pleased to see him, and to see how he had grown and how happy he was. He remembered them too, and just soaked up all the lovin'. I forgot to take photos! Well, my hands were full, really, as Pip wanted to see everything, smell everything, etc. The lady at the shelter, who was the one working when we adopted him, gave Pip a pretty red Christmas collar. We had decided that instead of giving  gifts to each other this year, we would make a donation to the shelter, so we delivered that while we were there. We are just so pleased with our new boy, and very glad we found him.

In the evening we went to our first ever wine tasting. Yes, we are that behind the times! Actually, Larry wasn't all that keen on it as he really prefers beer, but he tried all the wines and liked several. The winery is fairly local, so to speak--- it's about 25 miles away, but it takes a while to get there because getting to Pee Wee, in Wirt County, WV, isn't all that easy.


Mr. DeFeo, the winemaker, who moved to Pee Wee about the time I came to West Virginia, came here for the same reasons I did: to get away from urban sprawl. He is a descendant of an Italian winemaker who emigrated to New Jersey, and now he and his wife make a wide variety of wines, as well as balsamic and flavored vinegars and flavored olive oils. 


Everything we tasted was delicious, and if I had been more flush of cash I would have come home with a lot more than my two bottles of wine!

Today I finally got started baking. Mincemeat tarts from mincemeat I preserved a couple years ago, chocolate-orange shortbread and peanut butter cookies were on my list today.




Those tarts are so, so good. It is a shame that mincemeat is one of the foods that is dying out, at least here in the US. It's an old-time taste that apparently doesn't please younger palates.

Tomorrow may be chocolate cherry kisses, Kahlua brownies, and maybe cherry tarts? Or maybe chocolate-orange biscotti? Not sure yet! I so love to bake, but being married to a diabetic and having to constantly watch my own weight, I rarely get to indulge my urge. Except at Christmas!

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