Yesterday we had breakfast at my friend Peter's. We sat out on his deck, looking out over his gorgeous garden, which is showing signs of Imbolc. The snowdrops and bluebells are in flower. The magpies are beginning to gather bits to make their nests, the early jonquils are in perfumed glory.
sitting out in the sun, warming ourselves as we chatted and laughed..knowing that tomorrow the cold August wind could be blowing. That is what Imbolc is... half winter-half spring. a time when part of you wants to get out in the garden and the other wants to stay snuggling in front of the fire, not quite wanting to wake from the winter slumber.. but the blood is beginning to flow. and there is no stopping it. the wheel turns constantly.