My daughters’ preschools had a sweet November festival called the Lantern Walk. The little kids each made their own lantern, from a mason jar or metal or wax, and strung it through with a wire. On a dark November evening, always right about now, the families arrived, and everyone took a walk through the woods with these candlelit lanterns, singing. The metaphor was, and is, immensely appealing.
In all my daughters’ lantern walks, the route often changed. One year, the teacher led the families down a steep hill. Rural Vermont is dark, dark, dark, on these November nights. The parents whispered to each other, fence here, and watch the big root.
These November days and nights, the wood stove is again glowing in our house and the wind blows over our hillside. Like Shakespeare’s play within a play, I remember those walks as Lantern Walk within a Long Lantern Walk.
On another note, State 14 ran an excerpt of Unstitched. It’s always such a pleasure to appear in this Vermont publication.
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Lovely images Brett Ann!
Sounds like St. Martin’s Day (also in November) in Germany, a beloved tradition there.
I should have noted that — it’s Martinmas — a lovely tradition. Thank you!