Fermentables

Dan gathered a bunch (okay, many bunches :)) of the grapes from the woods and is cleaning them in preparation for wine-making. Over the weekend he brought masses of apples, wild and tame, to a friend with a press and came home with fifteen gallons of cider, most of which will be made into either cyser (apple mead) or hard cider.

As for where all this is going to go to ferment, he says the kitchen :). As long as it's not on the counters, that's fine. I use the counters!

Because

Hail to fair Sif, gentle bride of friend Thor,
mother of brave UllR and comely Trude.
Beautiful you are, your hair of fine gold
a treasure of unsurpassed value and need.
Guardian you are, Sif of the rowan-tree,
staunch protector of home and family.
Kind-hearted you are, life-loving goddess,
peace and plenty your gifts to humankind.
Wise you are, with eyes of a seeress,
all things dark and hidden are clear to you.
Gracious lady, we thank you for your gifts,
the heavy-fruited trees, the fields of grain.
Sif, golden-haired granter of rich harvests,
shining goddess of hearth and kin--Hail Sif!

Winter Finding

We had our Winter Finding yesterday; it went well, one might even say smoothly (as we are an occasionally anarchic kindred, that's saying something :)). Eight people attending. Thanks to the Vans for our good harvest this year and farewell to summer; welcome to Skadhi and UllR (and winter!); blessings for luck and safety on those who intend to hunt this season.

And food, lots of food. Always lots of food.