It seemed appropriate then, in keeping with my winter hibernating tendencies, to invite a smaller group over for our little celebration. A group of friends that we have grown-up with – from our late teens, through early marriage and adulthood, to where we are now- hovering around the 40 mark. The kind of friends for whom you don’t really have to clean your house for.
Once it was dark we lit all the candles inside and out. These are some of the beeswax candles we made for the Candlemas chapter in A Homemade Year. That chapter was one of the very first ones I wrote but one of the very last ones we photographed. I never got around to getting new beeswax candle making supplies for this year, so I was extra glad to find these stuffed in my candle cabinet.
We ate in waves as families arrived one at a time, each with their own contribution to our meal . Kim said you could tell it was a Southern gathering because it was all Main Courses, Dips and Spirited Beverages. The only vegetables present were drenched in mayonnaise and vinegar.
We may or may not finished our little observance by singing a motley verse of This Little Light of Mine. Then it was time for Crepe Cake, more tamales, more stories, more laughter and more memories- both new and old–until we were too full, too happy and too tired to celebrate any more.