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Payson, Arizona · Middas, the 4th of Sun's Dusk (Wednesday, November 4, 2026) · Morning Edition — Vol. 2611, No. 04 · Price: One Septim
The Hearth's cats in today's weather
Gandy basks in the Middas sun while Maevy hunts the last butterfly of fall.
Skies O’er the Hold   58° / 43°   Sunny
A bright, cool day — sunny skies, a steady breeze, and no rain in it.
Wind 8 mph  ·  Feels like 56°  ·  UV 5 (Moderate)  ·  Rain 0%
Sunrise 6:48 AM  ·  Sunset 5:29 PM  ·  Tomorrow — Overcast, 59/41
The Moon’s Reckoning
The moon, Last Quarter
The moon, Waning Crescent
The moon, Waning Crescent
Yesterday (Last Quarter) · Tonight (Waning Crescent) · Tomorrow
waning toward the new moon
Morning
52°
Sunny
The sky at morningThe windsock at morning
2 mph
Noon
56°
Sunny
The sky at noonThe windsock at noon
4 mph
Late Afternoon
54°
Sunny
The sky at late afternoonThe windsock at late afternoon
4 mph
Evening
47°
Clear
The sky at eveningThe windsock at evening
5 mph

Around the Holds · The Week Ahead

Sun Over the Rim, Mead Under the Square: A Bright Week in the Holds

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Walkers take the sunny highland trail while riders gather beneath the red rocks.

Hail, wayfarer, and mind the sunbeam on the step — Middas dawns bright and cool over the Rim this Wednesday, November 4, with a high of 58, clear skies, and not a drop of rain in it, the first true sun after the grey days. The Holds spend it well: a wildflower walk in the Prescott highlands at 10:00 AM, neighbors at study in Payson at 9:00 AM, and the whole week gathering itself behind today like a bard tuning up. Ahead lie a Verde valley farmers market on Thursday, the great Sedona Mountain Bike Festival and a Pine fish fry on Friday, a star party and a haunted saloon night on Saturday, and music in the pines on Monday. By the Nine, leave the heavy cloak on its peg, bring a light one for the cool evening, and let the sun do the cheering today — the mead hall will handle the rest.

Happening in the Holds Today

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The Days Ahead

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Merchant of the Hold

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Superstition Meadery · Prescott

Engraving of a medieval cellar mead hall with barrels and a tasting board of twelve small glasses
Twelve golden pours in the cellar under the square — the flight is the quest.
Down the stairs of the Burmister Building on Prescott’s courthouse square hides a true mead hall: the cellar tasting room of Superstition Meadery, Arizona’s first meadery, pouring award-winning meads and hard ciders since 2012. The thing to try is the flight of twelve one-ounce meads — from Desert Monsoon, a prickly pear and wildflower honey mead, to warming Ginger Voodoo — with tapas like baked brie on sourdough and a charcuterie board to keep the table honest. A kindly honey enchantment rests on the cellar: every golden pour tastes a little like the sunbeam it was brewed under, as if the bees themselves had signed the barrel.

“This is a unique experience and must do in Prescott.” — TripAdvisor review

120 W. Gurley St. (downstairs in the Burmister Building), Prescott, AZ 86301. Hours: Monday–Thursday 11:00 AM–8:00 PM, Friday–Saturday 11:00 AM–10:00 PM, Sunday 11:00 AM–7:00 PM. Phone (928) 458-4256. Moderate prices ($$); the flight of twelve meads runs $28. Good to know: the tasting room hides in the cellar across from the courthouse square — watch for the sidewalk sign, seating is small, so go early. · their scrying-mirror page (other travelers call it a ‘website’)

Why the Hearth sends you: Because every mead hall in Skyrim dreams of a cellar like this — real honey mead, poured twelve ways, an hour’s ride from the Hearth.

Tales from the Treeline

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The Loaf That Followed the Sun

Engraving of a monster carrying a dough bowl across a sunny deck, a chicken on its rim, a small dragon shading it, and an elk standing like a sundial
The official sundial was correct twice — and the loaf rose anyway.

Middas dawned bright and cool, and Gus (an orc baker) set his sourdough bowl on the Hearth deck to rise in the sunbeam, declaring that sunshine was the only leavening a wise baker truly trusts. Henny (the Hearth’s chicken) took one look at the warm bowl, climbed up, and sat on the rim like a queen on a throne, which the dough did not mind and Gus did.

Flurry (a young ice-breathing dragon) worried the sun would spoil it and helpfully shaded the bowl with one wing, so Jethro (the Mogollon Monster) took up the bowl and solemnly carried it three steps west, following the sunbeam as it slid across the deck boards. Earl (an elk) stood perfectly still as the official sundial, announced the hour by the shadow of his antlers, and was correct twice.

All morning the procession shuffled — bowl, chicken, dragon-wing parasol, and one dang ol’ monster timekeeper — until the loaf had risen clear to the bowl’s brim. Mabel (a wood elf) sighed, baked it, and served it warm, and even Henny agreed the sun had done fine work, once it finally sat still in the oven.

Printed with pride in Payson, in the shadow of the Rim · Set in hot metal by Dude, Bard of the Morning Scroll · May your Middas be free of spiders, the admin.
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