Fifth day of Yule

I blóted Tíw, Fosite, Hlín, Syn, Vár, Þorgerðr Hǫlgabrúðr, and Irpa in the yard after breakfast. It is a quiet, white-skied morning; two hummingbirds danced around the neighbor's tree.

D.O.P.-T.

Neighbors across the street put their Christmas tree out for recycling yesterday morning - stuffed headfirst into the green-waste cart. Maybe it was a Hanukkah bush. But it still looks sad, especially since pickup is delayed to tomorrow morning.

Sixth day of Yule

When the rain died down to a gentle shower as darkness fell, I blóted Erce (Jǫrð, Eorþe), Fjǫrgyn, Ægir, Rán, their nine daughters, and Nehalennia in the backyard. It's now raining hard again.