Imbolc

We've had a beautiful day here in this part of Cornwall and I found these snowdrops. Everything is now covered in a blanket of snow.

Imbolc seems like a good time to start this blog, readers are very welcome, please forgive me if my posts are not always regular. This blog is part of my wanting to take more care to notice the things around me, particularly the changing of the seasons happening around me.





Here is a poem for Imbolc. Thanks to Ambermoggie for letting me know about this.

A Brigid's Girdle - for Adele
by Seamus Heaney

Last time I wrote I wrote from a rustic table
Under magnolias in South Carolina
As blossoms fell on me, and a white gable
As clean-lined as the prow of a white liner

Bisected sunlight in the sunlit yard.
I was glad of the early heat and the first quiet
And a delicious, articulate

Flight of small plinkings from a dulcimer
Like feminine rhymes migrating to the north
Where you faced the music and the ache of summer
And earth's foreknowledge gathered in the earth.

Now it's St Brigid's Day and the first snowdrop
In County Wicklow, and this a Brigid's Girdle
I'm plaiting for you, an airy fairy hoop
(Like one of those old crinolines they'd trindle),

Twisted straw that's lifted in a circle
To handsel and to heal, a rite of spring
As strange and lightsome and traditional
As the motions you go through going through the thing.