I know, I know. I'm terribly far behind. There is some yummy Maywine steeping in the fridge and I have plans to unwind the ribbons so that the Maypole can be raised, danced and wrapped on Wednesday and then again on Saturday.  There's a sweet ritual organized for the respectful public and my flower crown is all plumped-up and lovely.

But...

But...

I have done hardly any writing on the holy day and that is a sure sign I am otherwise engaged. I got a late start on planting this year, for one thing. Plus a daughter graduating in two weeks and...

You get my drift.  I'll clear the decks today and aim for a lovely recollection of Beltanes past and expectation of Beltanes yet-to-come as the sun is setting on the last day of wretched April.