It is the night of the faeries. Beltane.
Walpurgis Night ...
(although I do not think of it as nightmarish at all.)
The festival of May Eve takes place midway between the Spring Equinox and the Summer Solstice ... And tonight is the night. It is said to be the night the faery queen arrives to review the gardens to choose one within which she will reside.
I for one have been getting ready.
I want the queen to stay here amongst the wonder.
The roses are pruned, the trees abloom in green & white and the pond will be lit with moonlight. Hundreds of petals have been set out along the pathways to glisten and sparkle like a rainbow under the stars. Along the garden edge tables have been set with the dolls finest china, acorn dishes holding tiny pink cakes that have been baked for tonight's guests have scented the air while cooling on the windowsills of the playhouse. The little bears have been out collecting nectar from the jasmine vines to serve tonight.
The cottage has been alive with excitement for days.
In Ireland, this is the time of year when the invisible faeries are in a celebratory mood, and they dance to the music of faery pipes all through the night. According to folklore, the only way to see the faeries is to carry a primrose and peek at them over its petals. If you don't want the faeries in your house on this magical night (they're known to be mischievous), scatter primroses in front of your door. The faeries won't come in, for fear of being seen.*
It is reputed that wherever the foot of a faery touches, in that very spot a flower will grow. If the faeries dance in circles within your meadow, faery rings will appear. A circle of flowers will grow in the garden too ... Sometimes big & sometimes small, sometimes the rings will overlap and create ever changing patterns.
And if the faeries enjoyed your garden ... They will return each year bringing friends to dance and flowers will return ten fold.
So bake cakes in acorn tops & pour nectar into your best silver sewing thimbles to set out in the garden. Place your smallest tables & twig chairs onto soft carpets of pussywillows and open tiny paper parasols. An offering guaranteed to delight. Tonight is the festival fae wait for all year.
Tonight ... The faeries dance.