No Beltane Eve fire this year. The mood is still too dark. I
bought a pillar candle instead and have left it burning in the garden where I’m
hoping it will stay lit through the night. That’s how it’s supposed to be,
apparently.
This week’s brief note:
Watching month-old lambs forming gangs and playing games in the sunshine is a most efficacious – though regrettably short lived – antidote for depression. (Being smiled at by a young lady pitty/staffy cross who wants a bit of fuss is another.)
Happy Beltane, fire or not.
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