Thursday, 6 June 2013

Summer Time

And Sunna is beaming down upon us.  The summer is marked, here in the land of the south Saxons, by the Swifts.  When their screaming scythe swooshes through the sky I know that Summer is here.  Unlike the Martins and Swallows the Swifts only stay for summer - the 'proper' summer that starts at Beltaine, has midsummer at Litha and ends at Lughnasadh.

The Swifts, like the summer, were late this year; I only first heard them about 2 weeks ago now.  Here's hoping they'll stay late :)

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