Peirce Mill Historic Trades Festival

Peirce Mill, built in 1829 on Rock Creek, has served variously as a grain mill, sawmill, orchard, tree nursery, and tea room. Regardless of whether it has been open and in use, or closed for various renovation projects, it has consistently remained a picturesque site for hikers, bikers, and picnickers, where you often see families of ducklings on the creek in the spring. This year the Friends of Peirce Mill organized the first-ever Historic Trades Festival, with friendly, informative craftspeople and hands-on activities. Freshly-ground Peirce Mill flour used to be sold as recently as the 1970s to use for baking and pancakes. This is no longer permitted (the ground grains are now for animal use only), but on this festival day there were stands with local producers selling their wares. I learned about the Common Grain Alliance, which connects and supports small grain farmers, millers, bakers, and brewers, and I bought a pound of whole-grain grits from the FreshFarm Grain Stand (delicious!). I hope this will become an annual event.

National Snail Day

Today is National Snail Day, a festival of which I was until recently unaware, that celebrates these little critters and their sometimes unappreciated role in the ecosystem. Snails have been around for about 500 million years, so they have been managing far better than human beings are currently doing. Maybe we need to cultivate our silvery trails.
Below is an image from a book of children’s stories I recently illustrated (Dancing Stories, by Wendalyn von Meyenfeldt, about which more later).

The Shortest Day

To read aloud each year on this day. Wishing a joyful season to you and to all your dear ones. Thank you, Susan Cooper.

So the Shortest Day came and the year died
And everywhere down the centuries of the snow‐white world Came people singing, dancing,
To drive the dark away.
They lighted candles in the winter trees; They hung their homes with evergreen; They burned beseeching fires all night long To keep the year alive.
And when the new year’s sunshine blazed awake They shouted, reveling.
Through all the frosty ages you can hear them Echoing behind us ‐ listen!
All the long echoes, sing the same delight, This Shortest Day,
As promise wakens in the sleeping land: They carol, feast, give thanks,
And dearly love their friends, And hope for peace.
And so do we, here, now, This year, and every year.
Welcome Yule!

—Susan Cooper