In our woods the snow is hanging on and the sap is slow to rise in the trees. The deer have grown less cautious, especially the young ones.
Friday evening we sat down with friends for ceremony, food, and great conversation in which the stories were flying thick and fast. As fit the equinox, many were laugh inducing tales of balance lost, and only sometimes found. Anyway, although the weather remains terribly cold, the evening sped all of us on our way towards summer.
Here is a report from Harvesting Hectate about the season’s progress in her heart and woods.
Dreaming the World 