Wi' flood warnins in ither pairts o' th' state, an' me delichtit wi' th' festive drizzlin' rain, I sneakit oot o' ma seminary apartment afore th' dawn for blossom-gaitherin' an' a few solitary cairtwheels on th' lawn. I managit thirteen cairtwheels afore ma wrist stairtit protestin', which is nae bad for a seminarian...?!?

After bringin' in ma "sprigs o' May" an' arrangin' 'em aroond th' plaice, I deckit masel' in ma Auld-fashionit Scots peasant claithes, complete wi' bodice, cuikit masel' some breakfast, an'... spent th' next seven hours typin' a theology paper. Och, weel... I get tae help wi' a May Pole this Tuesday, as we askit oor local scholar-pagan tae tak charge o' this week's chapel sairvice an' she askit me tae help. I'll be playin' ma mountain dulcimer tae accompany th' dancin', providit it disnae rain tae muckle...or snaw! (They said it micht snaw, rilly. Th' speerits o' land an' weather in Denver dinnae seem tae unnerstand Beltaine jist yet!)

I blastit ma "Spring Revels" CDs a' day, tae mak up for bein' alane an' scholarly on th' Feast Day o' Fertile Fools... onyway, we dinnae hae ony wuids tae run aff intae. Anely a few tulip beds an' widely-spaced oaks an' spruces...*sigh!*

--Cuilionn, whae wishes she at least had some chocolate.