First days of Summer.
Much to everyone was delight, the good weather held true for the music festival.
The Fire in the Mountain festival is an annual event in it's 7th year. Immaculately organized in a beautiful rural setting. No obvious advertising around Aber, but it always packed with travellers, week end hippies , hipsters and a few curious locals. Music from around the world to suit all tastes. Workshops, play area for the kids, camp fires and wonderful beer.
The evening are now drawn out in June. Almost a day and a half per day!
Walking home late night from the event , the moon guided my way as I headed home along the bridle way. A mist collected in the valley which I walked through. Quite chilly but the silvery glow and dreamy apparition was beautiful.
Time passes .
This is a special time of the year. Nature is so alive, so vibrant. Hard to keep up with all the changes.
The days are now stretching out and we have had 3 weeks of lovely sunny weather.
Outside jobs are easily done as time and light is on our side.
Early lettuces have been a success and the runner beans are already up and running.
The creamy yellow azalea has now blossomed at the top of the garden. In the eve the perfume is almost too much as my mower cuts the grass on picture book sunset eves.
Our local farmer and neighbour, Arwyn, has been ploughing and preparing his fields. We are then spoilt by the spectacular display of red kites swooping down looking for morsels of food the plough has revealed.
May is a busy month here what with the exciting Cycle Festival in Aber and the Fire in the Mountain in the next valley from us.
April is one of the more exciting months. It is the month when all of nature comes alive.
Not only the abundance of blossoms such as cherry, blackthorn and hawthorn, but also the trees start to express themselves and so do the beasts of burden.
While the lambs are already getting sturdier and more independent, the calves are now saying hello to the world.
The birds are working hard building nests and nursing their eggs. We have a pair of blue tits in one of the nesting boxes in our garden. I watched one of these birds this morning, nibbling away at the entrance, seems to think it is too small. For whom?
The last week we have had fine weather which has brought on both the lesser celandines, dandelions and blue bells.
The light now gives us and nature more time to think, to grow and to enjoy.
Snowdrops in the spinney, daffodils lining the lanes and tiny lambs emerging from the barns. Spring has finally sprung. The days are getting a touch longer but the weather is still a wee bit damp. We had a dusting of snow at the week end and lot more on the tops.
March 1st is, of course, St David's Day, the Patron Saint of Wales.
In the village, we have a Cawl Evening. Cawl was/is a traditional peasant dish of root vegs (pots, swedes, leeks & carrots) with the scrag end of mutton/lamb. So, in the village hall the tables are decked with gleaming cotton white linen table cloths and vases of fresh daffodils.
Once every one is gathered , the Merched Y Wawr, " The Ladies of the Dawn", serve the cawl in large bowls with bread on the side. I feel especially privileged as they serve me a veggie one! Home made apple pie and cream is served after with a cuppa - a grand feast.
At all gatherings like this there is music and singing. This time the National Library of Wales Choir treated us to some hymns, folk songs and, this year, Sibelius!
A lovely evening, even though I still did not win the raffle!