"The time will come when the Lady will rouse herself from her dreaming. She'll be dressed for the May-Time with a crown of flowers and a gown of softest green. Her perfume will be the richness of the dark soil and the orchards. She'll bathe herself in the dews of May and reach out again to her people. And the people will remember."

The Burning Times

 

Merry Beltane for my friends in the Northern Hemi and Blessed Samhain to those of you in the Southern one. The Wheel turns--blessed be the Great Wheel.