All right, Memorial Day weekend coming up here in the States, let's get you in the summer mood. Obligatory 'reblog to increase sample size' and to share the tunes!
It’s summer! Once again thinking about one (1) old-as-dirt woman with her old-as-dirt way of speech raising a bunch of children in linguistic isolation. Once again tormented that we'll never know what Celestial Mountain dialect sounds like
I have company for Beltane next weekend. My friend the Bard is coming to share some music with me and have a little feast. It's not much, but it'll be good to have a visitor.
My ash tree is leafing out, several weeks earlier than normal. It's pretty but it's because we've been too warm. We have been getting rain, which I had despaired about, but it's still been really warm for this time of year. The trees aren't flowering yet, but I know they will begin soon. The amount of pollen already flying around turns my sinuses to concrete.
The sheer enormity of exactly how many things I've made on the 3D printer has caught up with me, now that they're all primed. I will be painting for-ev-er. I'm thankful most of them will not be terribly complicated or detailed. It's rather addictive to know you can make whatever images or icons an altar needs... just so long as you keep it away from direct flame. (I may have melted one of Baphomet's knees already.)
Still mulling on how to get some decent pictures taken of stuff and things. The light down here isn't fantastic for photos, so I have to pick my moments and locations carefully based on the amount of sun coming in. Mind you, we're looking at a week of rain so I'm not going to be in any hurry.
Am I watching The Wicker Man again right now? Damn right I am.
Today is St Endellion’s (or Endelienta’s) Day. She lived a reclusive life of religious contemplation in sixth century AD Tregon, Cornwall. Endellion’s sole companion and source of sustenance was a heifer, who one day strayed into the local lord’s land, who killed it. Endellion’s outraged godfather then killed the lord in vengeance. The holy Endellion however brought the slain landowner back to life although, somewhat oddly, not her cow.
The Sunday closest to 29th April is known as the Towednack Cuckoo Feast held in Towednack in Cornwall. The feast traces its origins back to prehistory, when a farmer invited some friends back to his fireside one freezing day in late April. He threw a log on the fire and the first cuckoo of the summer flew from his hearth. The cuckoo was much celebrated as the harbinger of warmer days: one of the oldest extant medieval songs that survives is the thirteenth century Sumer is icumen in, Loud sing cuckoo.