XXI“Happy Beltane, my love!” trilled Sal as Bethan trudged into the kitchen after a restorative shower to get rid of the smell of the fire and the ash on her face. “I’ve decorated the May Bush; would you like to see?”
Sal placed a vase filled with primrose, rowan, hawthorn, gorse, hazel, and marsh marigold on the table. “I collected the dew and made a divine drink of nettle tea. Would you like some?”
“Ergh,” responded Bethan. “Meow pees in the garden, you know. And the other.”
“Oh, tush,” chided Sal. “Now come on, let’s eat outside. It’s a glorious morning.”
The hawthorn bush was bedecked with ribbons, shells, and all manner of shiny objects. This was one of Sal’s favourite festivals, along with her Christmas/Yule mash up and Samhain.
“So, what did you think of it all?” Sal sipped the
