May Day

Kage Baker loved May Day. She always got up to wash her face in the morning dew – in her youth, especially at Faires, she would occasionally even strip off her shift and bathe in the dew – discreetly, behind the tent or the Inn, in the eredawn …

There is no dew this morning. There often isn’t – this is wind season in Southern California, and it’s been gusting all night. Usually a handful of rose petals has to suffice for the May Morn dew, but that’s a pretty good substitute.

All over the state, I know my friends were up at dawn to dance the May in. (I’ve done it myself, in younger and less reclusive years.) It makes my heart sing to know they are out there, with bells and scarves and sticks and beer and coffee, with lupin and roses and bee balm and wild poppies in their hair, conjuring summer in …

And now, old and stiff though I am, I’m off to the woods. Blessed Beltaine!

About Kate

I am Kage Baker's sister. Kage was/is a well-known science fiction writer, who died on January 31, 2010. She told me to keep her work going - I'm doing that. This blog will document the process.
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1 Response to May Day

  1. Buffalo says:

    Blessed Beltaine to you as well, Beloved friend! We were, indeed, up long before the day-o to welcome in the summer….. Then we went back to bed and napped. Not quite as much fun as fructifying the fields, but we do what we can- and the day’s not over yet.

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