The girls are laying and all is well with the world…well, at least at Bealtaine. 
Willow, willow, everywhere…it dries out magnificently and creates such a heat in the stove.
As I type this the pasta is boliling on the stove fired up with wood I collected on the land today as I tidied up…and harvested the grass.
Another little drop-in…picked up at the Boot Fair for one euro…sorta meant to be here!
Ah! An antidote to the nonsense that is the royal nuptials…Bealtaine on the almost eve of Bealtaine!