Iduna's Tree

I have the good fortune to have two apple trees in my back yard. So here is a painting of one of them with the sky in her hair.

I was reading in, "Plant Lore, Legends and Lyrics":

In remote districts, the farmers in Herefordshire, Devonshire and Cornwall still preserve the ancient customs of saluting the Apple-trees on Christmas Eve. In some places, the parishioners walk in procession visiting the principal orchards in the parish. In each orchard one tree is selected as representative of the rest; this is saluted with a certain form of words, which have in them the air of an incantation, and then the tree is either sprinkled with cider, or a bowl of cider is dashed against it, to ensure its bearing plentifully the ensuing year. In other places, the farmer and his servants only assemble on the occasion and after immersing cakes in cider, they hang them on the Apple-trees. They then sprinkle the trees with cider, and encircling the largest, they chant the following toast three times: -

"Here's to thee, old Apple-tree,

Whence thou may'st bud, and whence thou may'st blow;

And whence thou may'st bear Apples enow.

Hats full! Caps full!

Bushel, bushel, sacks full!

And my pockets full too!

Huzza! Huzza!

After this the men dance around the tree, and retire to the farmhouse to conclude, with copious draughts of cider, these solemn rites, which are undoubtedly relics of paganism.  (pg. 219)

This appeals to me in so many ways, cider, bowls holding cider, apple trees on Christmas Eve, the word "copious" to describe the quantity of cider and most of all, saying, "huzza, huzza!"