Popular Pagan Holidays
Autumn: The Croning Time
Daily Goddess Awareness
Well, You Don’t Celebrate Christmas...
It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Chri... Yuletide!
For A Religion So Opposed to Paganism, You Sure Stole a Lot of Our Stuff!
Samhain: A Time for Introspection---and Activism
The Dark Half of the Year
The Halloween Witch: Sense of Humor or Sense of Ire
Ah...To Be A Witch...
Winter Solstice By Any Other Name
Anti-Witch Bigotry: Still As Popular and Deadly As Ever
Spiritual Aspects of Yule
The Beltaine Storm
Winter Holiday Intentions and Food Magik
Ostara...It's Not Just For Kiddies Anymore!
Autumn Equinox: A Point of Balance on the Wheel of the Year
Lughnasadh: The Deeper Meaning
Imbolc: Traditional Celebrations for a Modern Time
Alicia Meets Grandmother Autumn: A Children’s Story
A Meditation on Samhain: How Lucky You Are.
The Solstice Flame: A Yule Story
Traditional Yule: Make your Own Homebrewed Mead
The Tale of the Holly King and the Oak King
Supermoms’ and Superdads’ Defense Against “Holiday Kryptonite”
A Celtic View of Samhain
Ostara: Enter the Light!
A Story For Autumn
Samhain: Learning to Release
A Summer Solstice Primer
The Oak King and the Holly King Revisited
The Best Thing About Death
Winter: A Joyous Holiday Season
Witches Lost in Halloween
Imbolc...or As The Wheel Turns
The Babylonian Ghost Festival
The Sacredness of Halloween
The Celtic Origins of Samhain
The Theme of Mabon
Dealing with the Darkness, Post-Samhain
Don’t Waste That Pumpkin!
The Samhain Experience
Lughnasa: Festival of the Harvest (A Druid's Perspective)
First Thanksgiving... in China
Solstice of the Soul
A White Christmas in Fuyang
Love Lives On: A Samhain Reflection on Death, Rebirth, and the Afterlife
Solstice Swim at Beach 69, Puako, Hawaii
A Samhain Dance
Beltane Beyond Sex
Yule and the New Year
Imbolg - A Lesson of Positive Change
The Story of Ostara
Planning A Good Death: A Samhain Process
The First Yule
A Yule Story for Children ~ The Tiniest Fairy ~
Unity During Samhain
Season of the Blues
Yule...and Saturnalia Smurf Hats
Mabon..Balance and Reflection
Easter is Pagan
Bealtine: Blessing the Summer In
Thanksgiving Memories of a Native American Witch
Yuletide Thoughts, Life and Death
Ghosts, Omens, and Fact-Finding: Wandering In Today's Eco-Interface
The Blood is in the Land
Groundhog's Day is American for Imbolc
Preparing for Summerland During Samhain
Sandy Was The Name Of the Dark Goddess This Samhain
When The Crone Pays A Visit, You'd Better Pay Attention
Brighid's Healing Sword: Imbolc
The Summer Solstice: A Time for Awakening
Yules Lessons from Days of Yore: Perfect Love, Perfect Trust
The Promise of the Harvest
Samhain is Ablaze with Reflections of My Father
NOTE: For a complete list of articles related to this chapter... Visit the Main Index FOR this section.
Holiday Memories: Yule Peppers
Article ID: 8822
Age Group: Adult
Days Up: 3,405
Times Read: 5,180
Author: Lady Abigail [a WitchVox Sponsor]
Posted: December 20th. 2004
Times Viewed: 5,180
As a child, living in the Ozarks, you could never be sure when winter was going to cast her first blistering frost across the earth and the cold air would be filled with a sweet aroma rising from the wood-burning stove in my Great-Grandmother's kitchen. There was something special about the first frost of winter. That day would be a day for making wonderful magickal fare to be enjoyed all year.
Even today, when I experience that first chill of winter, I am carried within my senses to those magickal times as a child, waking up at my Great-Grandmother's. Hearing her moving about in the kitchen, I would hurry to dress. I wanted to help as she made biscuits, kneading and rolling them out. She would always let me a have a little bit of dough to make my very own special biscuit. Once the biscuits were cut, we would place them into the pan and slide them into the hot oven. I could hardly wait to see what my creation would look like.
As I would eat my special, hot, oddly-shaped biscuit covered in home butter and jam, my Great-Grandmother would tell me of our plans for the day and how I was helping to bring the spice of magick into the home for the year to come. She reminded me of the early days of spring, when we had readied the ground for planting and how we dug in the warm earth and placed seed to grow herbs and vegetables for the coming year. My Great- Grandmother explained why I was given my own area in the garden and very unique seeds. They were filled with magick from the time of the old ones. This plant I had grown, watered, and watched over, carried the spice of life, a gift I could give in many forms and flavors to my family.
This herb or vegetable, depending on how you look at things, was Yule Pepper. Yule Pepper, or Winter Pepper, is also known to some as a Christmas Pepper; they are small, brightly colored, prolific peppers. They are a beautiful, compact plant-producing, bright peppers that can grow up to one-quarter inch long by one-half inch wide. The peppers may be white, green, yellow, orange, red, or purple. All five colors often appear on the plant at the same time.
This wonderful plant gave me such delight to watch as it grew, with its tiny shoots bursting from the earth, giving way to the strong, lush, green plants. In fall, the plants would begin to blossom with petite, white flowers. Soon, there were tiny fruits seen where the flowers had once been. I loved watching the peppers grow and begin to change colors with each passing day. I was so excided, but my Great Grandmother said it was not time to harvest them and I had to wait (waiting not being something I do well, even today). My Great-Grandmother explained that now it was the first frost of winter and time to harvest my garden. The Yule Peppers must taste the breath of winter's touch so that they might be filled with the magick that brings us toward the spring memories held within their true spice of life.
When it was finally time, I bundled up and, with bucket in hand, ran to my garden. It was amazing; I could hardly believe my eyes. The peppers, covered with frost and dew, were sparkling in the sunlight with the most brilliant display of colors I had ever seen. We begin picking each pepper as my Great-Grandmother revealed the powers held within each pepper by its color.
Green is for the color of Mother Earth, for life, and the promise of its continuing (prosperity, fertility, and harmony). Yellow is to remind us of the sun and sky; it brings enhanced knowledge and helps in communication. White helps bring enlightenment, cleansing of the soul, and healing our lives. Purple reminds us of the rain held within a summer storm; it brings power and success, as well as awakening new ideas from within. Orange is a blending of life and spirit, bringing encouragement and adaptability to find true happiness. Red reminds us of fire and brings out our sincerest passions, even those hidden deep inside.
Once the peppers had been harvested, we took them into the kitchen and carefully washed them. I carried in firewood while my Great-Grandmother would ready the fire. We were going to make incredible and magick spices, jams, and sauces. I weaved together, in careful arrangement, peppers on a string to hang for drying in the kitchen. These were going to be spice in cooking as well as the seeds for the plants of next spring.
My Great-Grandmother would choose what peppers would go in which item she was making - which needed a mix of colors, which needed the red or the purple. How wonderful it was to share these extraordinary gifts we had made with our family and friends during the holidays. Those wonderful fragrances would fill the house with energy and memories I hold dear even now.
Today, I still grow my Yule Peppers to make gifts filled with magick and love. With every stir of my spoon, or weave upon the string, I can still hear my Great-Grandmother humming as she made her magnificent teas, jams, and sauces. While it is often grown as an ornamental plant to decorate gardens and flowerbeds, its fruit has a wonderful mild flavor with a bit of bite and filled with magick and memories.
Yule Pepper/Winter Pepper/Christmas Pepper - Family: Solanaceae (sol-uh-NAY-see-ee) Genus: Capsicum (KAP-sih-kum) Species: Annuum (AN-yoo-um)
Have a blessed Yule and make some magick-filled memories.
Bio: Lady Abigail is High Priestess of Ravensgrove Coven, an eclectic coven of solitary Witches in the Orlando, Florida area. She was raised in the Craft by her Great- Grandmother, a Cajun Witch, who taught her the powers of Earth, Nature and magick.
Lady Abigail has studied and taught in herbs, metaphysics and magick for over 35 years. Her articles and poetry have been featured in various Pagan publications.
Location: Greenfield, Indiana
Author's Profile: To learn more about Lady Abigail - Click HERE
Other Articles: Lady Abigail has posted 75 additional articles- View them?
Other Listings: To view ALL of my listings: Click HERE
Email Lady Abigail... (Yes! I have opted to receive invites to Pagan events, groups, and commercial sales)
Web Site Content (including: text - graphics - html - look & feel)
Copyright 1997-2014 The Witches' Voice Inc. All rights reserved
Note: Authors & Artists retain the copyright for their work(s) on this website.
Unauthorized reproduction without prior permission is a violation of copyright laws.
Website structure, evolution and php coding by Fritz Jung on a Macintosh G5.
Any and all personal political opinions expressed in the public listing sections (including, but not restricted to, personals, events, groups, shops, Wrenâ€™s Nest, etc.) are solely those of the author(s) and do not reflect the opinion of The Witchesâ€™ Voice, Inc. TWV is a nonprofit, nonpartisan educational organization.
Sponsorship: Visit the Witches' Voice Sponsor Page for info on how you
can help support this Community Resource. Donations ARE Tax Deductible.
The Witches' Voice carries a 501(c)(3) certificate and a Federal Tax ID.
Mail Us: The Witches' Voice Inc., P.O. Box 341018, Tampa, Florida 33694-1018 U.S.A.
of The World
NOTE: The essay on this page contains the writings and opinions of the listed author(s) and is not necessarily shared or endorsed by the Witches' Voice inc.
The Witches' Voice does not verify or attest to the historical accuracy contained in the content of this essay.
All WitchVox essays contain a valid email address, feel free to send your comments, thoughts or concerns directly to the listed author(s).