Change is bad: we fear change.  But, say it with me now, Blogger is a pain.  I got what I paid for, and I paid bupkus.  And then I got a raise.  And now I will pay for an actual service.  Maybe.  See, spring is all about change and I am fickle. 

Mi na Bealtaine, the month of the bright fire, is here.  We have danced a Maypole, and, for whatever reason, Lonan’s quick-growing son, not quite 13, is suddenly taller than I am.  And he tossed the May-wreathe over the May pole at the break of twilight in the last day of April.   All of the official adults failed in the task, and ultimately, a boy stepping through the doorway of manhood, did what we couldn’t.  Ulrich is officially a badass.  And our friend’s 12-year old daughter Aislin is now suddenly beautiful in a womanly way, instead of a girlish way.  So change is coming whether we want it or not.

The first of the hat-mafia hats has been delivered. 
Anubh has a leeetle brownie hat, and it fits her well.  I think she likes it.  She wore a wool felt hat for most of the weekend, including the really hot parts.  We hope to felt her egg symbol onto it at the Potomac Celtic Festival next month.   The red spiraled hat didn’t find its head yet, but it is still looking.

Last weekend, the crow-heads met up at John the Farrier’s farm in Scottsville, VA.  He had us camp out in a beautiful meadow at the base of a rounded hill.  We had a lot of rain, but we also had a big fire and lots of warm wool and dry elkskins.  We had a lot of horse manure in the pasture, but we also had shovels.  We sang, and we laughed, and we casually surveyed for future structures.  John, fine fellah that he is, is letting Cellagh build a round-house in the field we camped in.  Do you hear that?  We finally have a place to raise a round-house. I hope we can do as good a job as the folks at Craggaunowen:   

He obliquely offered me a spot to set up a studio, once Cellagh is all settled in.  He took the kids for pony rides and he and his girlfriend Jeanne introduced us to their small flock of sheep.  I don’t know how Macha found such a cool farrier, but I’m sure glad she did.

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