Solstice Sisters

Yesterday hundreds if not thousands of farmers looked out their back windows to see groups of white women clad in loose clothing assembling in their fields to beat drums, burn stuff, and recite some mumbo jumbo incantations of Earth Praise. It was the Autumnal Equinox and nothing brings out the wacky wicocracy like an equinox or solstice. Not that there's anything wrong with it. I'm just more of a Thanksgiving and Christmas guy and I've never seen a wiccan cook a turkey.