Waking up to a snow day to herald in Imbolc, the start of Celtic spring has reminded me that I’ve been keeping this blog for ten years exactly. At that time my youngest child was in Reception class; now my eldest is in his final year at school. Seminal years filled with happiness, tears, beginnings and endings, adventures, familiar places, old friends, new friends, and embracing life. Much of this is documented in this blog.
Imbolc is one of the fire festivals and so it’s right that we will be huddling around the fire this evening to keep warm and spend time together. There may be rugby six nations action too. Imbolc and the feast of St Brigid isalso traditionally a time of visiting wells, spring cleaning the house and preparing to sow the seeds of the next harvest. That will have to wait until Half Term, although I may order a load of mulch to spread over the garden plot when the ground thaws.