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Each Spring Equinox I try to visit a scared place in some local woodland, where my father's ashes were scattered during a Heathen funeral ceremony. I visit at other times of year also, but this date is the most important to me. It's amazing to see the way that the woodland changes throughout the year. I will speak to the willow and leave a gift.

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Thank you for sharing ❤️

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Wild garlic is a peculiar scent that reminds me of my childhood, when my father came back from work and drove me to the various dentist appointments that marked my school years. If it was warm enough we kept the car windows slighly open and when we passed through a specific road among the hills you could always smell wild garlic in springtime. Loooking forward to read the Ostara chapter in your book later this week!

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Lovely to hear that it evokes such memories for you! Thank you, I really hope you enjoy it ❤️

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I have your book - it’s great, full of amazing recipes and traditions.

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Thank you so much, Gill! I'm really pleased to hear you're enjoying 'Slow Seasons' ❤️

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We live in Idaho, and it has snowed again. It's hard to celebrate spring when it hasn't arrived yet. However, we've made kite paper tulips and daisies for our windows, which helps. xo

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It must be hard, but that sounds like a lovely idea. Here in Scotland it is still very cold but signs of spring are around - hope it arrives for you soon x

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