I don’t need to tell you that this past winter felt interminable. It started early. It went deep. And when it should have ended, by my estimation, it lingered. I can almost count the number of good spring days we’ve had so far on one hand. I’m willing to try anything at this point to make the wet, gray weather stop.
Fortunately, some good folks took on the tasks that will ensure that winter is truly over and we can move into what may be left of spring and on t0 summer.
Bells were jingled, sticks struck together, handkerchiefs waved and the Betty gave me a poppyseed cookie.
The May Pole was erected (this is all about fertility, after all) and the revelers manned the ribbons.
The Green Man, who I think might have been quite handsome under all that foliage, watched over all.
And the Winter Witch was dealt with properly…
Let’s hope that everything was done properly and the bad mojo of winter is bound up for good. Now it’s the Maiden’s turn.
I’m taking this as evidence that it’s already starting to work. The cherry tree began blooming the very next day, the latest it ever has. The bees and I are very pleased.
(These cherry blossoms are actually from two year’s ago. Today’s flowers are a sadly meager display)