Bealtine and Brothers
By the magic of Bealtine the Hawthorn blossom burst simultaneously around the field boundaries of the glens, a season marker, a welcome shove into early summer. Bealtine came and went without even a minor celebration on my part so I take the earliest opportunity for a solo a walk down the lane by our house and listen carefully (and hopefully) for a cuc…
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