Brew in hand…. and listening to the wind whip soft whisperings of a cold front approaching. I hug my gown closer and sip even more deeply on the first brewed cuppa of the day.
Snow on the mountains in April??? The seasons are all a mess!
Today I have to finalise the plans for my Greenman’s birthday gathering tomorrow and get another batch of homemade cough syrup brewing… our youngest of the witchlings has kept us up with a nasty cough through the night…
With all these thoughts and plans racing through my mind… I take a minute, in the darkness just before sun rises on this new day, and give thanks to Freya..
Have a magickal day of Freya….. )o(