1.05.2005

a feast, a feast..!

In honor of Twelfth Night, Mrs. SOG made a wonderful feast of roast beef, cooked to perfection in our ancient Dutch oven, mounds of mashed potatoes (I peeled and mashed them... Ahem...), delicious gravy spiked with red wine and steamed green beans, all washed down with pints of spiced ale! Ah, gluttony, the finest of the seven sins!
And now in the parlor, the Christmas/Solstice/Yule tree is lit for the last time. Soon it will be time for us to relieve it of it's decorations and garland and lights, and, with most gracious thanks for it's beauty and it's service, take it out to the brush pile to join the remains of so many that have come before it. We will put up the empty corner to celebrate the rest of the year...
The long part of winter awaits, crouched like a cat on the hunt, stalking us like the ignorant, playful prey we are. Soon it will pounce and it will be full on, the days of January and February snows will come, like they always do, to confound all our attempts to keep warm and offer us a wonderful white playland to pass our time. We will spend our nights before the fire and our days braving wind and cold to attend to our tasks, but we will prevail, like we always do, to shine once again, like the god who is reborn and has started his climb into the heavens once more, like he always does. Soon the cold and the wet and the wind and the snow will be a memory and the goddess will blossom and fill our eyes and hearts with her warmth. Spring is a promise, Summer is the promise fulfilled. We will stay warm in our hearts and await her gift...

pearls before swine...

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