I’m posting all quick-like because my wonderful Mom-in-law Karen is in town with her beau Lee, and Scott, the pets, and I are soaking up all of the goodness we can.  Kayo, Yarrow, and Speedwell are all likely to hitch-hike to Utah when Karen and Lee leave. Very briefly–the festival went well, though it was […]

Cramming Irish down your throats now.  Because, for some odd reason, it relaxes me. I’ll give a lovely present to anyone who can explain the allusion in the title of this post.  It’s a hard one.  But it’s worth it, because a very good poet is involved. The Irish word for president is Uachtarán, which […]

Around this time every year, some of my girl-friends from Celt-land and I head down to the Western Shore of the Potomac River.  Each year, we have a theme.  This year’s theme is “fish and fiber.”  We’re going to fish, and we’re going to play with fiber.  I am one excited chicky, lemmetellya. We will […]

This has been really hard to write, because there is simply too much to say.  Each day really was several days long. Every year, I go to the Maryland Sheep and Wool Festival to help out at the Tuatha booth.  In theory, demonstrating Iron-Age wool-, leather-, and flax-working techniques and discussing Hallstatt, La Tene, and […]

So, I can’t begin to explain all of the fun I had two weekends ago because my brain still hasn’t cooled off from all of the fun I had last weekend.   Let’s pretend this is a photo-blog, shall we? See how lovely our Anubh is?  And this is post-gymnastics-accident.  Anyone who can look that chipper […]

Edited–Back again with a vengeance.  I just finished writing everything I had to write for the Potomac Celtic Festival Program, and that means I’m free to rave about how wonderful Maryland Sheep and Wool Festival was.  But I can’t really do that until I tie up at least a few of these loose ends. So, […]

The Hoghead, hatted: And prepared for the krotchpunting.  He must be wearing the Green Boot.  Yes yes, he must. We can tell that your knee is laughing Samir, and we are not pleased.  Perhaps the Green Boot is destined for you?  Or perhaps, since you have obviously toiled under the (delicately embroidered, silk and linen, […]

Dear Diary, The queens are dead.  Long live the Queen (o’ da Bog).  I am no longer covered in bees, though I am likely to continue murdering yellow jackets for at least the next two weeks.  Every day or so, assume that I’m lighting the ground on fire.  Ahem: “GROUND’S ON FIIIIIRE.” Today I set […]