She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
She wore her greenest gown;
She turned to the south wind
And curtsied up and down.
She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbour:
“Winter is dead.”
It’s the most beautiful time of the year, the promise of Spring, the first shoots appearing from the ground. For the past four years, the beginning of February has always felt like Christmas and Birthdays rolled into one for us, Rob and I always celebrated, and were usually on holiday at this time of year, somewhere in a lovely holiday cottage, celebrating the season with the rest of the world far away from us. A magical time.
This year it was just me and Frey, and I wanted us to have as special a day as possible on the 2nd February, the day we always celebrate. So I took him to Glastonbury, to Chalice Well Gardens, which is one of the most special places in the world. I’d really recommend a visit if you’re in this part of the world.
It was a beautiful spring day, and we sat on the swing seat in the meadow taking in this view of the Tor.
The well head was beautifully decorated from the Imbolc Celebrations they had the previous day. I wasn’t expecting to see it as we had storms on Monday night, but the flowers survived!
I lit a candle for each member of our little family, we sat by the well head and took in the atmosphere, and we drank from the spring. Frey loved the spring water, and like the coconut water the other day he actually gulped it down and asked for more, which he doesn’t do with tap water!
In the evening after Frey had gone to bed, I lit a fire and a peace candle, wishing for the coming year to be filled with love and joy for us all.
Imbolc Blessings xx
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