H.w.g.a #2

Solstice blessings, lovely people!

Sitting by my solstice fire, but inside, because it is raining again...still.

Cider and toast, and looking back at this strangest of all years...

But I am short of words tonight, so here are a few images:

blackberry vodka, strained and bottled ( I had a feeling crumbles were not going to get us through this winter...)

bright berries...

and a pomander...

And here are some solstice words by Emilia Ivancu, translated by Dairmuid Johnson: