On a cloudy, chilly morning, with the dog roaming around and chewing grass, I blóted Wóden, Frige, Baldr, Nanna, Buri, Bor, Vili, Vé (Hœnir, Loðurr), Viðarr, and Váli in the backyard with more red wine.

On a still, frosty morning, with whispy clouds above, I blóted Thor, Sif, Magni, Móði, and Þrúðr in the back yard with red wine.

I set up our little Yule tree then blóted in the garden under the clear stars for Mothers' Night, with orange juice I had squeezed from oranges from our tree.

On another cloudy morning, with a dandelion clock in the lawn behind me, I blóted Loki, Sigyn, Hel, Narfi, Nari/Vali Lokasónr, Hǫðr, and the forgotten gods and goddesses with another little bottle of rosé, and then wassailed my trees.

On another cold, sunny morning, with a neighbor starting up a power drill, I blóted Sjǫfn, Lofn, Gefjon, Fulla/Volla, Sighærta/Sinhtgunt, and the Norns, with a little bottle of rosé.

In the cloudy morning, I blóted Ár/Eir, Bragi, Saga, Snotra, Mímir, and Holda/Perht with the last of the red wine.

On the new moon morning, as the day became bright and the birds twittered, I blóted Mona, Sunne, Bil, Hjúki, Dæg, Niht, Vǫr, Gná, and Hermóðr with more red wine.

After sunset, with the fed dog snuffling about, I blóted Iðunn, Seaxnót, Mæginde, Auschlinde, and Eostre in the back yard with more red wine. (Two of those are UPI.)

Rather late after sunset, I blóted Erce (Jǫrð, Eorþe), Nerthus and Hreþe in case Tacitus and/or Bede was right, Fjǫrgyn, Ægir, Rán, their nine daughters, and Nehalennia in the yard with more red wine.

I blóted Wulþor/Ullr, Skaði, Rind, and Háma/Heimdallr in the dark and quiet yard, starting a new bottle of red wine.