As the Winter Solstice graces us once more, ushering in the longest night of the year, I am drawn back in time to a world where our ancestors found solace in this celestial event. It's a journey to a time when December marked the culmination of the harvest season—the moment when the fruits of their labor were safely stored away in attics and cellars. Garlic hung from the rafters, herbs adorned the walls, beans and onions were carefully preserved, and root vegetables waited patiently. Meat had been seasoned, salted, and stashed, ready to transform into hearty soups, jerky, and stews. In the barn, breeding animals found shelter, ensuring future abundance. The wood had been gathered, split, and stacked, while beeswax and bayberry tapers awaited their moment to cast a warm, magical glow on this profound night.
Welcoming the Winter Solstice!
Welcoming the Winter Solstice!
Welcoming the Winter Solstice!
As the Winter Solstice graces us once more, ushering in the longest night of the year, I am drawn back in time to a world where our ancestors found solace in this celestial event. It's a journey to a time when December marked the culmination of the harvest season—the moment when the fruits of their labor were safely stored away in attics and cellars. Garlic hung from the rafters, herbs adorned the walls, beans and onions were carefully preserved, and root vegetables waited patiently. Meat had been seasoned, salted, and stashed, ready to transform into hearty soups, jerky, and stews. In the barn, breeding animals found shelter, ensuring future abundance. The wood had been gathered, split, and stacked, while beeswax and bayberry tapers awaited their moment to cast a warm, magical glow on this profound night.