It's Beltaine today. The first day of May. The first day of summer. And once more I am reminded that I am further out at sea then I was even a year ago...
It must be the stage that all the children are at right now, but I find myself feeling regret at all the things I did with the older two when they were little that I just don't seem to have the time or focus to do now with the younger two.
It's been too many years since we had a Maypole like this one. And last year we didn't even manage to leave out something for the fairies like the previous years. So this year I was organised, I was focused and determined, but then The Little One was on an unplanned sleepover, and being six he would be the driving force behind my desire to make sure we include this kind of magic in our year.
So it didn't happen again this year, and I am disappointed. But I reckon that the fairies that visit here are just like us, and their time-keeping leaves something to be desired. And maybe they might just be late.
So we will wait.
And I am hoping they come tonight. The Tardy Fairies. And I am hoping we get to a bonfire today, even though we won't get to the festival of the fires on the Hill of Uisneach.
And as a result of all this mental admonishing I have to decided I need to remind myself of how easy it is to include this sort of magical thinking in the everyday. And I have come up with a plan...