Fourth day of Yule

After walkies and a pause for the frost to recede, I blóted Tíw, Fosite, Hlín, Syn, Vár, Þorgerðr Hǫlgabrúðr, and Irpa in the yard with wine.

D.O.P.-T.

Cooooold this morning. The hose kept emitting cylinders of ice; I had to lay it out in the sun before I could water the poor lawn. I notice we still have a nice crop of oxalis in the side yard, though.