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Payson, Arizona · Fredas, the 13th of Sun's Dusk (Friday, November 13, 2026) · Morning Edition — Vol. 2611, No. 13 · Price: One Septim

Story 1 of 6 — Pottery, Crafts, and a Full Fredas Across the Holds

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The Hearth's cats in today's weather
Gandy holds court under the dry eaves while Maevy bats at a leaf the breeze keeps stealing.
Skies O’er the Hold   62° / 45°   Overcast
A grey, cool day — overcast skies, a steady breeze, and a chance of rain.
Wind 14 mph  ·  Feels like 54°  ·  UV 4 (Moderate)  ·  Rain 23%
Sunrise 6:56 AM  ·  Sunset 5:22 PM  ·  Tomorrow — Light rain, 50/41
The Moon’s Reckoning
The moon, Waxing Crescent
The moon, Waxing Crescent
The moon, Waxing Crescent
Yesterday · Tonight (Waxing Crescent) · Tomorrow
waxing toward the full moon
Morning
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The sky at morningThe windsock at morning
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Noon
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The sky at noonThe windsock at noon
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Late Afternoon
56°
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The sky at late afternoonThe windsock at late afternoon
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Evening
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Around the Holds · The Week Ahead

Pottery, Crafts, and a Full Fredas Across the Holds

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Potters, crafters, and treasure hunters turn out across the Holds — clay on the wheel in the Verde Valley and holiday crafts in every hall.

PAYSON — Hail, guest of the Hearth, and a fine grey Fredas to you — the clouds hang low over the Rim, the air is cool at sixty-two, and the Holds have filled this Friday with honest making. Potters open their festival at D.A. Ranch in Cornville, Santa’s craft fair fills the Elks Lodge in Show Low, holiday crafts spread out in Prescott, and here in Payson an estate sale and a cozy women’s gathering bookend the day. Wrap up warm, by the Nine, and go see what your neighbors’ hands have made.

Happening in the Holds Today

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The Days Ahead

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Merchant of the Hold

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Mamajoe’s Italian Grill · Strawberry

Engraving of a medieval Italian grill tavern where a server presents spaghetti with homemade meatballs to happy diners
The legendary spaghetti — worth the whole winding road to Strawberry.
A cozy Italian grill right on AZ-87 in Strawberry, serving the classics that keep locals and road-trippers coming back — legendary spaghetti, homemade meatballs, chicken parmesan, lobster ravioli, and wood-fired pizzas, all conjured in a small pine-country kitchen as if by a slow-simmered sauce spell. The signature thing to try is the spaghetti with homemade meatballs, the dish travelers cross Arizona to taste. Dinner only, Thursday through Sunday — plan for it like a quest, because it is one.

“Pack your patience, this isn’t Scottsdale and the food is fantastic.” — Review quoted in We3Travel

5076 AZ-87, Strawberry, AZ 85544. Hours: Thu 4–7 PM, Fri–Sun 4–8 PM; closed Mon–Wed. Phone (928) 476-3910. Prices: moderate. Good to know: it is a small restaurant and service runs at mountain pace — call ahead and do not be in a hurry.

Why the Hearth sends you: The Hearth sends guests here because a tiny Strawberry kitchen whose spaghetti folks drive across the state for is the very definition of a Rim Country treasure — great praise is great!

Stories Around the Rim

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A Note Where the Horn Should Be

Engraving of an open ancient barrow door with amazed onlookers and a distant hooded figure on the ridge
The tomb stood open, the horn gone, a note in its place — and the Hold, as ever, ten minutes late.

Word comes down the high road from a pilgrim who swears it on his walking staff: the grey monks sent the hooded one to fetch an old war horn from a tomb of the first kings, and he went — ten minutes ahead of everyone, as always.

A barrow-keeper’s widow says the tomb door stood open, the traps all sprung and cold, and where the horn should have rested there lay only a folded note and a warm torch stub. A shepherd on the ridge swears he saw a distant hooded figure reading that very note by lantern light, then setting off not homeward, but toward the river town — as if the note, not the horn, were the true errand.

Mabel (a wood elf) doesn’t believe a word of it, naturally. But the pilgrim arrived at the Hearth a full ten minutes after the hooded one passed the gate, asking for directions he had already been given. By whom, traveler? By whom?

Tales from the Treeline

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The Pinecones That Kept Vanishing

Engraving of a shaggy monster, a dignified elk with a basket on his antlers, and a plump chicken sitting on a golden pinecone
Eleven cones hunted, one sat upon — Henny wins the grey-day hunt without moving.

Fredas dawned grey and cool over the Hearth, the clouds hanging low, and Jethro (the Mogollon Monster) declared a grey day wanted brightening. He painted a dozen pinecones gold, hid them about the clearing, and announced a treasure hunt with a prize of Gus’s lemonade.

Henny (the Hearth’s plump chicken) won without moving. She had settled, early and unbothered, directly on top of the finest golden pinecone, and no clue Jethro read aloud could shift her. Earl (an elk) carried the collecting basket on his antlers with enormous dignity, gathering cone after cone, while Mabel (a wood elf) kept the tally and sighed only twice.

At eleven cones found, Jethro searched high and low for the last, until Henny stood up for a drink of water — and there it gleamed beneath her, warm as a fresh-laid egg. The hunt declared her champion, the lemonade was shared all round, and Henny, professional to the end, sat back down on her trophy.

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