My brain is rebelling  against the thought of going into great detail about what I did for  Bealltainn (and it's pretty much the same as I always do, so there's not  much more I can add...), so suffice it to Bealltainn was a farily low  key celebration, but a much needed one. 
There  was butter-making and gardening:
Rosie decorated the cairn  and decided the ladybird should be its official guardian and I put a  cowslip in by the pond, as a festive Bealltainn decoration:
And so far it's looking  quite festive and not under attack by slugs (yet)...
On the eve,  feasting was had, ritual was done, offerings were made, the house was  sained, plants blessed with the last of the water skimmed at Bealltainn  last year, and charms were hung:
Bannocks and caudle were  also made and offered (or sort of - I ran out of oatmeal for  caudle, so  had to make do with custard), and there was peace. As I sat outside as  the sun began to set and watched the rooks come for the offerings, I  found a stillness and peace in all the possibly maybes I seem to be  wallowing in once again over what might be happening this summer with Mr  Seren's work. There was a moment when a rook flew down and landed on  the trellis and just stared at me for a while, as I stared at the rook  before it hopped onto the terrace for a tidbit and flew off again. The  sun came out and the wind died down, and there was just the evening  chorus, the sound of kids playing in the distance and the warm, sweet  air.
And once the summer was well and truly welcomed in, up went  our summer mural, that we'd been working on during the week:
I was trying to avoid yet  another floral theme, but the sunflowers were Tom's idea, because we  were given sunflower seeds for Rosie's birthday and the kids have  planted some. Tom decided that summer to him was about sun and flowers  and bees, so this is what we came up with - I cut the shapes, they  painted and glued, and I sewed the patchwork of felt to make the sky for  the background. Rosie and I did the bugs (except for the dragon  flies...), and of course there was the obligatory shiny stuff stuck on,  too.
All in all it turned out exactly as I needed, I think. But  other than that, I'm far too braindead to say anything intelligent about  anything. And I've run out of coffee.




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