The pagan festival of Imbolc is around about now (usually 1 or 2 August). As festivals go, its one of the most delightful. Its about hearth and home, a celebration of the lengthening days and the early signs of Spring. Its about fire and food and wriggling out from under the grip of Winter - well, actually, tradition has it that if Cailleach (a divine gaelic hag - basically the Winter Goddess) intends to make winter last longer before giving it up to Brighde (the Summer Goddess), she tricks everyone by making Imbolc a warm and sunny day. Given that today has been unseasonably hot, methinks it was a wise decision to go the two pallets of firewood and not one.
Here at Chez Nicholas the signs of spring are in the air, mostly because I have flung about 40kgs of dynamic lifter over the garden in the last 24 hours - this is causing the kids playing out in the street to scream 'don't go near the STINKY HOUSE' at each other whenever they get downwind of the place.
Happy Imbolc. Spring is on its way :)