We’re about to move into May, which even here is the flower month, the “month of three milkings”, the blissful month. Still so strange to me that May Day isn’t celebrated here! – not even a bank holiday. I feel a very long way from the UK, where it’s such an embedded part of the year – but it’s a beautiful day, the flowers are coming out, and I can’t feel *too* homesick. I slept last night with a little vial of earth from my family’s land and charcoal from all the sacred plants there around my wrist, and will again tonight.
Also, it’s our third wedding anniversary. 🙂 (One day we’ll get back to Edinburgh at the right time for the Fire Festival…) Which complicates the doing of magical May Eve things, but all shall be arranged. I have to clean the shit out of this place for anyone and anything that’s coming by in the night.
Walpurgis Night, Walpurgis Night,
Upon the eve of May,
We’ll merry meet, and summer greet,
For ever and a day.
Myrige Wealdburganiht!