the merrie month of May
May Day, and the sap is rising. The world turns greener by the moment, the hedgerows are festive with white blossom. It is the beginning of Beltane, season of growth, vigour, energy…yawn…think I’m getting too old for Beltane. Today, frankly, I feel closer to the Calleach or Crone aspect of the Goddess. If I tried to leap a Beltane fire I think I’d probably burn my knees.
We went to a local car boot sale today. It was eight degrees outside and raining, with a snell breeze. The poor stall-holders were going slowly numb from the feet up. By the time we got home, all I could think about was lighting a fire and falling into an armchair; and I only managed the second part of that plan, so we are still chilly. In my defense for such feeble behaviour, I plead continuing head and neck pain from that stupid concussion; plus I am still finding any social interaction and noise unnaturally wearying. However, on the positive side, I did get myself a couple of useful Kilner jars and a very pretty silver ring, set with citrines and an amethyst, for the grand price of seven quid. Being a magpie for such fripperies I came away well pleased. The boys are happy too: each bought a toy – thus relieving two of their friends’ mothers of some junk – and my husband picked up Kate Winslet for 20p! Well, a video, obviously, but he’s still pretty chuffed.
Although I am feeling a little second-hand myself today, in general May is my favourite month of the year and, like the courtiers of the Middle Ages, I do like to dress in green for May Day. It just suits the feel of the season. This year it’s a green cashmere cardigan over a lambswool poloneck, over a thermal vest. Ho hum! In the autumn and winter I love being in Scotland, but around this time of year it’s hard not to feel a little jealous of our southern neighbours!