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 after a fall is golden, I say. 

This is Casper.  He is my new favorite pony, in part because he didn’t stomp on my foot like Cocoa did.  Casper is some sort of Scandinavian pony.  I wouldn’t normally forget what kind of pony he is, but I’ve hatched a plan to register him as a white German Shepherd and move him to the suburbs with me, so it’s best that I don’t let facts that would scuttle the plan get in my way.  Who’s a good pony puppy?


Look at that mane.  Freaking gorgeous.

The problem with my plan? Macha seems to really like him.


So, er, let me know if the whole best-pony-in-the-world-is-mine-all-mine thing gets old, mmmkay Macha?

Noble isn’t exactly hard on the eyes either, and he was absolutely great about having so many people ride him.  Atta boy, Noble.

You know, I think all of this horse-exposure may be some mass plot to get me to start making tack.  Well, forget it.  Don’t look at me like that, Noble.  Sheesh.  Ask someone else to make you new tack.

Fine, snub me.  Whatever. 

So, I didn’t manage to take pictures of much that didn’t involve the horses.  There was a wonderful Maypole (you can see it over Noble’s neck, there in the distance) and some great music and song and poetry.  We did it like we do. 

And, finally, because every bonus feature on a DVD has something lame that only entertains the director .  .  .
watch.
I know, I know, but I think my own voice is hilarious whenever I hear a recording of it.  I walk around convinced that my accent isn’t there, and then, whoooo, there it sure is.  And, I know I’m no Scorsese, but look at Casper’s gait!  He can move, that pony puppy.

So Gentle Readers, you’ve now heard my voice on this here blog; and you’ve seen my face; you’ve had a peak into the activities of my Cultish Celtic living history activities; you’ve seen the things I make and the gifts I receive from my wonderful friends and family; you’ve had a virtual trip to the festival I help throw every summer; you’ve suffered the onslaught of my opinions on books and movies; and you’ve comforted me with grace and care when I’ve experienced tragedy.  Thank you so much for that.  I think I’ve been blogging for about a year and a half now, and I like having this record of Beltaine to Beltaine available to me and mine.  I like it a lot.

I know how many of you come here, and I’d like to hear your voices too, if it’s not an imposition.  I’ve met some truly wonderful people since I started this sillyness, and I think there are more of you who I haven’t met because you’re a bit quiet.  Pipe up.  No one else has your voice. 

Coming soon to a crazylaneas near you: Maryland Sheep and Wool Festival, or how a girl spent a bajillion dollars in 17 minutes flat, and then wallowed in fun, with the help of her friends.

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