Today I made my first garden offering of the growing season - a short row of pea seeds planted in the cool earth under the warm glow of afternoon sun. No sooner were these seeds in the earth, and me back to my backyard lookout, that I heard a joyous frenzy of Nature.
I looked toward the cacophony and saw the first of the springtime faeries dancing into my earthly realm with the dried winter leaves of last season. They were dancing in a spiral of warm and cool, of light and dark, and creating a magnificent wee twister with the airy elementals. Up, up, up they danced into the trees as they twirled closer and closer, between branch and twig and trunk, before setting down near the stone wall that defines my southerly border.
Ah yes, this is one of the two times of year that I often refer to as the changing of the faerie guard. Now is the time when the winter elementals and faeries recede to their places in the Underworld and their summery associates begin to ascend to take their place in our earthly realm for a season or two.
And in return for the gift of this magical witnessing, I made a second offering, down by the stone wall at my Gaia altar, of chocolate and almonds and dried apples. I wish I had some whisky for them too.
Perhaps another day.
Ashe. Ashe. Ashe.