It is said that one must never go out looking for a Yule Log; the Yule Log will look for you.
This has certainly been the case this year. This particular 'log' (under the snow) has been looking up at me every time I passed by for the last few months. I didn't think more about it.
Yesterday it hit me; it was desperately trying to tell me something!
So, I've brought it home, made sure it'll fit in the fire, and I've put it in the dry ready for the big day.
On Christmas Eve it will be dressed in ribbons, ivy, and holly, and, whilst we sip our glasses of Port, will be added to the fire. If on the 25th there remains nothing but ash, it will be a good omen for the coming year.
I have caught my Autumn falling leaf, and found my Yule Log, so that just leaves our Wassailing in Jan' 2018 left to perform. I don't consider these annual acts to be 'superstition', just things that I always do. If I didn't; then I'd begin to worry!
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Like saying "White Rabbit" on the first of the month.
I ALWAYS do that, and a small dig in the ribs makes sure that Lady M does too!
What a lovely tradition. I'm going to have to look up Wassailing now. X
Pinch and the punch? I taught my kids and their children that and now get bruised every last of the month and first of the month. I'm not as fast as I used to be.
I remember your Yule log from last year. Can't remember if I did this or not but now shall be on the lookout! What's with the wassailing or will I have to wait for the day to find out?
Nowhere here to burn a Yule log so we'll just sing to the Christmas tree instead (our own invented custom).
Wassailing takes place on 12th night (6th January). It's to ensure a good fruit harvest in 2018.
We only did pinch and punch as school children. I think it might have started fights otherwise! Yes, you have to wait for the Wassail.
Rick'll find you a log. You could use it as your tree.
I like this tradition, but in town the Yule log will never found me.
Greetings Maria x
It's very much a bucolic tradition, as is Wassailing. We country folk are very primitive.
Your traditions are lovely, Cro. I have never had a wood fireplace (have a gas one now) so a Yule log is just something I have read about.
How would you feel about a Yule log which tried to tell you something by falling off a tree and landing on your head? I would say that was a bit pushy.
Tis ye olde ways. I am also known to suck on a piece of grass.
On my regular morning walk there is a tree that has snapped in half. The top half is hanging on by a whisper; I walk underneath it daily. I'll try to take a photo of it one day.
Yes, best not to question yourself.
Go with the flow.
I also have a piece of wood that found me. It's too interesting to burn. It looks just like a duck. When I have the time and the inclination I'm going to paint it in duck colours. Meanwhile it looks at me over the rim of a ceramic pot constantly asking me when I'm going to get on with it.
What a lovely tradition Cro.
What lovely traditions you have.
cheers, parsnip
Don't forget that you light one year's yule log with the last bit of last year's...
When I lived by the sea, I used to love finding driftwood. Some of it I'm sure had been floating around the world for years. No Ducks though.
Didn't you do the same? I thought Yule Logs were burned everywhere.
They keep me happy Parsnip. Otherwise I lead a quiet life.
You should have told me that years ago. I consider it good luck if every tiny bit has burned to ashes.
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