So the holiday season has officially ended. This weekend we took down the decorations, boxed everything up, put it back in the attic. All the gifts are away, some in cycle before the tree went up.
The house is back to its unseasonable normal. It’s a little sad.
One of the cultural reasons winter celebrations were started was because of the dreariness that is winter. It’s dark, it’s cold, it’s it’s brown. The winter festivities brought everyone together and celebrated the spring that is, day by day, coming.
Solstice has passed, so the days are beginning to get longer. It’s a wonderful feeling. When we took down our outside decorations, we noticed the daffodils are already beginning to bud (waaaay to early, but it was still nice to see!).
But it’s still only early January. It’s still dark and it’s still cold and it’s still brown. Green is coming, but the Yule decor is a direct symbol of the impending spring. And now it’s packed away back in the attic.
And now we have to wait to see [more] of the sun. Feel the warmth. Smell and touch the green.
At least I have my growing Witchlet to occupy me while I wait for spring!