Beltane. Another cycle of the great wheel. Everything is extra luscious helped by the recent downpours of the last few days. I love this rich green, where ever you look the leaves rearrange themselves into the face of the green man looking out from every tree and bush. My earliest, or should I say most magical story of Beltane is my dad telling me about being part of lighting hill top fires on the West Coast of Ireland when he was wee.
The Appalachians are truly exploding in green and today there is a wonderful cool breeze blowing. I would however love to walk my familiar route in Scotland, through the twisty lanes listening to life bursting from the hedgerows as it weaves down to the river leven then up towards Carman Hill. From that vantage I can look over Loch Lomond as its waters flow into the swift flowing Leven and then into the mighty Clyde. This is the lands of Clutha.
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The Beltane hat