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The higher the latitude you live at, the faster you see a change in the length of day and how far north or south of due west (or east) the sun sets (or rises).

There seems to be almost a pause at the Solstices, when the sun's N/S movement stops and stills, it almost lulls you into thinking it might stay there forever... then it begins the trek to the other extreme, and the closer you get to the Equinox the faster it seems to race.

This is always hard to take in late August through October, as it starts to feel like, at that rate, we will soon never see the sun again.

No wonder religions developed in high latitude places were based on the seasons and placed so much importance on marking the movements of the sun (and moon). Without artificial light (not to mention modern food distribution and storage), everyone would be attuned to their movements across the heavens and what each season had in store for them.

I took this photo in early April, and the sun is setting in the same spot today. It is nature's way of warning me that cold weather is on the way so I'd better be getting the hay in, drying and salting the fish, smoking the meat, drying the berries, stockpiling the wood / peat / coal, and repairing my winter clothes.
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Mazy

(and now I truly have no words... ♥️ THANK YOU)

Lyricist

Oh my dear do not give up, do not stop writing! You can inspire and enchant with words, your mind is so curious and travels all over the universe and brings it back to the rest of us in a basket filled with cherries and lemon balm sprigs and stars, handfuls of stars spilling over the sides. And you consider them soberly and ask the rest of us what do we think it might mean? And all we can reply is how did you get stars into the basket? But then you go wandering off in a birch forest or by the sea coast to gather a new basket of new wonders to bring back for us. That is what you do, Mazy, and that is why you have to write.

Mazy

at this latitiude, it requires a LOT of celebration, and sleeping it off, to get to "oh look, it's spring!"

I was just telling another writer friend of mine today how encouraging your words were, when I felt bad that I haven't been doing any writing lately. Hugs, my friend.

Lyricist

I looked up your link to Apple wassail - how wonderful! I'm fascinated by anything to do with Twelfth Night because anything that extends festivity deep into the heart of bitter January is so needed! I am so having mulled cider next January and observing this rite! I wonder if this in anyway inspired Tolkien' s Ents?

So our reflection is celebration vs hibernation. Or both. Celebrate, then hibernate, then wake-up and celebrate some more, then sleep it off, then oh look it's spring!

Mazy

LOL I am sort of hedge-witchy. But you use the word 'witch' and there's bound to be a hunt. How about Hedge-wisdom? (she says as she steeps her herbal tea, just picked from the lemon balm that grows like a weed).

I love your 'fine line between terror and arrogance' and how our modern society finds mortality 'particularly galling'.

The apples may be gone but the druid still has the sun... and there's life in those trees, and the druid knows it because the druid ensured it back in January:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apple_Wassail

I didn't of course, because I'm a modern child who knows the trees will come back regardless of my 'toasts' to it. Also, because at that time of year, I am hibernating.

Lyricist

Write that book! Reflections of a Hedge-Witch?

Lyricist

The naked-limbed orchard - so sad. Eve cannot be tempted, but the Druid is bereft of inspiration.

Lyricist

All these things are reminders that we, as mortal creatures, can't control mortality. That is terrifying, as it should be, but to our technological society it is particularly galling. We are used to being conquerors. So we walk a fine line between terror and arrogance and will not acknowledge the animal instinct and animal wisdom within our DNA.
I love the idea of bears with opposable thumbs and electricity still wanting to hibernate! I often use the word cocooning and wish dearly I could be allowed to hibernating, because I swear I could do it.

Mazy

...And that is the naked-limbed orchard in the foreground.

Mazy

the sad twin....

Thanks for your kind words (that sounds so impersonal, to such a friend!!). I am always writing a book... the idea is to DO something with it all, and turn it into an actual hold in your hands book.

It occurred to me, writing that, how not only did the ancients (and more or less everyone up to the industrial revolution) see and feel the impact of the seasons and the heavens, but it's only a matter of a handful of generations since that was the case.

(this is when my writing / cultural anthropology background starts to come up with stuff)

It's genetically programmed into us to feel wistful about the end of summer, and apprehensive of autumn. Spring was rebirth, fresh food for the first time in months, warm weather on your skin, running water not frozen stuff. And late summer was the time you knew that comfort and largesse would be coming to an end soon, and you'd better have been and keep busy, so you could survive winter.

So I reckon we feel more of this wistfulness and haunting, as you so well put it, than we acknowledge consciously.

If bears had opposable thumbs and big brains, and had had a language, then tools, then written language, then an agricultural revolution, they would still have been hibernating right up until they had their industrial revolution. Do you think they would not still feel the powerful pull to get fat and sleep, even with electric light, frozen dinners, fast food on demand, central heating in their houses?

Of course they would.

So do we.

We have words like 'cocooning' for what we do in late autumn, how we stay home warm and dry and want to sleep more and eat richer hot food.

I wonder why we don't talk about that more? is it because people don't like to see just how much of an animal driven my genetics that the human is? It flies in the face of order, religious order, cultural / societal order, industrial / career / productivity order... maybe that's why?

Lyricist

Beautiful, Mazy - and I mean writing as well as the photography. If you've not creating a book, you should be. Yes, I've always found August to turn wistful as the nights grow cooler and start sooner. There is something haunted about August. And now because of your photo I know it's the twin of April.

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