Eighth night/day of Yule
After coming home from work I blóted Iðunn, Eostre, Mæginde, Auschlinde, and Seaxnót in the back yard with the last of the Riesling and the start of a bottle of local Cabernet. (Yes, two of those are UPI.) It's cold, but little birds are excitedly chattering in the big oak tree two yards up the street.