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November 2009 
Love, Laughter & Lilacs
Posted on May 2nd, 2009
by 
Dryad
Dryad
There is a bright half-moon floating up above the mountain this morning. It is listing low in the rich, black velvet sea where it sails. It dances smoothly over the myriad of tiny holes that have been snipped in the fabric of night which covers the sky. Through those little snippets the sharp, sweet light of eternity keeps piercing into the deep darkness below. It looks as though, once again, one day has melted into another. That keeps happening with astounding regularity. Again and again, the sun drifts down behind the mountains to do whatever it is that he does over there and the perfect half of Lady Moon embarks again, a craft with no sail bobbing in a sea of sweet salt stars. I am a day late for Beltane greetings; yesterday was a round, soft, full grey day. I walked in the park, empty of tourists and joggers. It was just me, pillows of pearl colored mist, sixty five million shades of green and the ghost of William Shakespeare. We figured some things out. I hope he remembers, because I don’t.
I walked in the park for nearly two hours, got a little damp, but it was utterly worth it. Do you know, in some ways, a pink dogwood tree in full blossom ought to be against the law? Lithia Park is full of them. Heart broken by pink dogwoods in bloom. Only the strong survive.
At our house Beltane and May Day mean lilacs. Unbelievably, it has been more than ten years since both little girls were here delivering more than 60 bundles of flowers all over town. The last couple of years of the adventure they couldn’t get them all done before sunrise and were lucky to be done in time to go to school. It’s been a cold spring and the lilacs are sparse and skimpy this year. Maybe they are just hesitant and being over cautious. I suspect one good day of sun might bring them all out. The lilacs in my memory, however, are prolific and rich. I can see them just as clearly as I see the little girls who gifted them so joyously to the world.
Joyous Beltane all . . .
Love, Laughter and Lilacs . . .
Edwina
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