In the south of Germany and across the Alps, the twelve nights between Christmas and Epiphany have a name of their own: the Rauhnächte. Old stories call it the time between the years, when the days seem to stand still and the world feels a little quieter.
Families would tidy the house before Christmas, burn herbs like juniper or sage to clear the air, leave the laundry for later and pay close attention to their dreams. Each of the twelve nights was said to hold a hint for one month of the year ahead.
Sarah grew up in Franconia with these stories, on long winter walks through the forest with her mum and the dogs, and with her granddad, who knew every plant and mushroom along the way. Wherever we are in the world, we still keep these nights.