“Neat rows of blackened vines, old and twisted like the capable hands of Grand-mere, greeted her midhill. The winter pruning had begun. Three men worked the fields with their brouettes, smoke rising from the char cans where they burned the clippings from last year’s growth. The ashes, rich in nutrients, would be spread on the ground to feed the roots through winter in the great cycle of life and death.” — The Vine Witch
It’s much the same for people, isn’t it? At least it is for this writer. Winter is a time for staying in near the fire and letting the creative well refill itself on the magical energy of the season. Much thanks again to everyone reading The Vine Witch and anticipating the release of The Glamourist. I wish you all a most wonderful December!