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Mostly about Beltane on Putney Mountain
Apr. 22nd, 2004 11:01 pmAs spring comes in, my posts seem to be getting fewer and farther between...
One hot day this week and the next day everything burst forth. Forsythia, the beginnings of pale green leaves, maple trees in flower. Scilla, in all its blue-violet glory, is dotting our lawn. Mysteriously, all of our yellow crocuses have disappeared. Only the purple and white one are left...
Dropped a couple of screens in select windows. It was lovely. In the wind one night, I heard the sounds of Beltane on Putney Mountain. I could close my eyes and I was there, with the wind blowing over the top of the mountain, cold and crisp. Sleep was always somewhat elusive on those nights--some years more than others (especially the one where Todd forgot to bring the tent poles and it rained all night, I think that was 1994). This is my one regret about becoming a morris dancer: I no longer get to go to Putney, camp on the mountain, and watch the Putney Morris Men dance the sun up. Only one regret, but it's kinda large. Mt. Pollux, where we dance at dawn is very good, but Putney...well. You can't compare the two. It was ten good years of tradition, and now I have a community year-round down here, so I guess all's fair. All the rest of the traditional things we do in our morris community are great, it's just I'm hung up on that dawn thing. I need to be Hermione and be in two places at one time (the story of my life).
In other news, the logistics have been worked out and I am dropping a bookstore day in order to work for Dad, hurray! Hopefully we will do more outside things than we did last year. In all my different projects, 2003 was a bit of a flail, to say the least. This year I'm trying to cause it to be different.
Which reminds me, I was accepted into the Chatham MA show in August, which will be wild, since it's the weekend after the New York Gift Show. Back on Wed, leave for the Cape on Thursday...should be interesting.
All the other things I've been working on, art, music, etc., are all moving along in fits and starts. I've been neglecting my writing which is obvious by the pathetic state of my lj. Hrm. This approach to creativity that I've adopted, loosely defined as "all art feeds itself" or something, does have its advantages. A normal amount of sleep doesn't seem to be one of them.
Speaking of which, time to go.
On the dry sidewalk,
upside-down umbrella. Night-
time: no one in sight.
One hot day this week and the next day everything burst forth. Forsythia, the beginnings of pale green leaves, maple trees in flower. Scilla, in all its blue-violet glory, is dotting our lawn. Mysteriously, all of our yellow crocuses have disappeared. Only the purple and white one are left...
Dropped a couple of screens in select windows. It was lovely. In the wind one night, I heard the sounds of Beltane on Putney Mountain. I could close my eyes and I was there, with the wind blowing over the top of the mountain, cold and crisp. Sleep was always somewhat elusive on those nights--some years more than others (especially the one where Todd forgot to bring the tent poles and it rained all night, I think that was 1994). This is my one regret about becoming a morris dancer: I no longer get to go to Putney, camp on the mountain, and watch the Putney Morris Men dance the sun up. Only one regret, but it's kinda large. Mt. Pollux, where we dance at dawn is very good, but Putney...well. You can't compare the two. It was ten good years of tradition, and now I have a community year-round down here, so I guess all's fair. All the rest of the traditional things we do in our morris community are great, it's just I'm hung up on that dawn thing. I need to be Hermione and be in two places at one time (the story of my life).
In other news, the logistics have been worked out and I am dropping a bookstore day in order to work for Dad, hurray! Hopefully we will do more outside things than we did last year. In all my different projects, 2003 was a bit of a flail, to say the least. This year I'm trying to cause it to be different.
Which reminds me, I was accepted into the Chatham MA show in August, which will be wild, since it's the weekend after the New York Gift Show. Back on Wed, leave for the Cape on Thursday...should be interesting.
All the other things I've been working on, art, music, etc., are all moving along in fits and starts. I've been neglecting my writing which is obvious by the pathetic state of my lj. Hrm. This approach to creativity that I've adopted, loosely defined as "all art feeds itself" or something, does have its advantages. A normal amount of sleep doesn't seem to be one of them.
Speaking of which, time to go.
On the dry sidewalk,
upside-down umbrella. Night-
time: no one in sight.