01 February 2017

the first day of spring

is a Gaelic traditional festival marking the beginning of spring. Most commonly it is held on 1 February, or about halfway between the winter solstice and the spring equinox.
It is believed that it was originally a pagan festival associated with the goddess Brigid and that it was christianised as a festival of Saint Brigid (Lá Fhéile Bríde)
The etymology of Imbolc/Imbolg is unclear. The most common explanation is that is comes from the Old Irish i mbolc (Modern Irish i mbolg), meaning "in the belly", and refers to the pregnancy of ewes. Another possible origin is the Old Irish imb-fholc, "to wash/cleanse oneself", referring to a ritual cleansing. 
(thanks to Wikipedia)

We cut a few hazel branches for the kitchen window, no frost, the birds are busy. We are neither pagans nor catholics, never overly fond of Oirish rituals, but this is the best day of the year. The most hopeful day of the year. By the weekend, rows of little seed pots will line the sitting room windows. We will start with the peppers.


  1. "Brilliant dreams in waiting
    To see the light of day
    We step up to the well
    At the dawn of springtime
    And when we go our way
    We let the light shine"

    Good to celebrate this day with you and R once again with this song.

    The stars are shining brightly here this early morning before sunrise.

  2. It is the most beautiful day imaginable here in Florida. I am grateful and it is heartening to know that the day has meaning, as deep as the beauty it holds.

  3. Thank you so much, exactly what is needed in these dark grey days. Very best wishes to you.

  4. The days are getting longer. We are grateful for every bright moment.

  5. Lovely post. I have seeds I think I need to plant today.

  6. Not my field, at all. All I can offer is this:

    Tabourer beat
    Your little drum;
    Things are looking
    Decidedly rum

    To poor Mr. Merrythought
    Dancing apart;
    Bells on his trousers,
    Hell in his heart

    Since round the Maypole
    Frolics Miss Prism,
    Plainly not knowing
    Its symbolism.

    1. Only the one time every year. For the remainder, we abstain and remain realists.

  7. I feel pregnant, or how I imagine that would feel. Not in a good way, though. As though there might be a monster growing there, although I'm not sure.