February in our mountains. The snow crocus are lifting their heads, the days are beginning to seem a little longer and the morning fog dances in and out. We always make sure that between the rains we have plenty of bird food and deer corn out, just to keep everyone...
The thirteen scales on Old Turtle’s back represent the thirteen cycles of the moon in each year. I have heard the Cherokee call our Winter, Gâlû, and the month of January, Unolvtana for Windblown. I simply refer to our winters as another of the beautiful seasons we...
Here we are again, a new year is upon us. I am not one for resolutions but if you are, now would be the time. What else is it time for? That depends are where you are. Some of the things I do to get ready to face a new year? For me it is about starting the year...
As I started to take a look at what traditions were a part of the Appalachian and Blue Ridge Mountains for Christmas I noticed a pattern of changes. Railroads, coalmines, return of solders from war all effected the way celebrations and traditions were handled here in...
