Beltane Eve

 

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Finally, the weather picked a lane. The grass turned green; flowers unfurl their petals. This calls for a dance. 

In some quarters, Beltane, a/k/a May 1 or May Day, gets celebrated as the ancients intended it to be: a welcoming of warmer weather marked with bonfires, music, dancing, and, um, fertility rituals.

In others, it’s a rather watered down acknowledgement of the turning wheel of the year. May poles and teas abound in tamer circles.

Personally, I’ll land in the middle, dancing in the back yard with Oakley as we enjoy tea, cake, and biskies respectively. The soil is still a little cool, so I shall be twirling about in my boots.

Not for much longer, though. With a sigh of relief, I checked the weather. We have a potentially rough couple of days of storms looming ahead, but it’s just rain. This last weekend we had what was our last (please, Mystery) frost. I might have to wait a couple of days for things to dry out, but maybe I’ll be able to get the garden going this weekend.

Maybe.

I hope.

Countdown

Two weeks to Christmas Eve. 

Three weeks left in 2013. Three weeks and one day to 2014.

I don’t want to wish away that most precious commodity: time. Especially now that I’ve reached That Certain Age mark. Especially now that I’ve started getting notifications about high school classmates and friends making their passages. Especially now that I get word of friends whose lives are catching up with them in the form of heart disease, cancer, and diabetes. 

This has been a long year, and I’m just ready to let it go. 

Hubby and I have never been really big on going out for New Year’s or that into Christmas. Yes, I make something yummy for the latter, and we go out to lunch at an Italian place for the former, but we just don’t make a big deal about it. 

2013 brought a lot of changes and growth. My wish is that 2014 be calmer.