Happy Beltane, all! Very mellow here. Geeklet and I spend our morning walk sprinkling nearby plots of grass with seeds for the birds. We’ve established a formal homeschooling routine as of this week, which is fabulous but is kicking my butt (I’m wiped every single day). Since this week is Beltane, we’ve been reading a Beltane story each day for our story time; this one comes from Circle Round and focuses on the many kinds of love that exist in the world. We’ve also talked about days (Beltane and Samhain, specifically) on which the veil between the worlds is thin, and it is easier/more likely that one can communicate with spirits, members of the fairy realm, and so forth.

For our artwork today we wove ribbons into a green plastic grocery-store strawberry basket, lined it with a piece of green tissue paper and put seeds, nuts, and a scone in it, then delivered it to a nook in the corner of our local “wild space.” Our wild space is nothing more than a double-wide demolished house lot that has (due to the sad housing market) gone to seed, literally. It is overrun with dry grass and four-foot-tall spiky dandelions behind a sagging chain-link fence. Our nook is a corner where the grass is still green and where the corners of the chain-link spread apart due to the sagging. It is protected from general view by the remains of a green-mesh plastic fence covering. We pulled the opaque mesh covering to one side and Boy G made a nest in the grasses for our basket, where we left it.

Now, don’t lecture me about Environmentalism and Littering and Feeding Wildlife. I would agree with everything you could tell me. I know we have opossums and raccoons and general rodentia (who normally feed the feral cats) in our neighborhood. We live in a gentrified urban area. This is our only “wild space” for blocks and blocks, and very occasionally we have to take advantage of this. This evening, while Boy was in the bath, I ran down there and flung the contents of the basket far, far into the space, then replaced the basket. In the next day or two, if G decides to leave the basket, it will magically disappear on another of my frantically orchestrated “trips to the car” while he is in the bath. If he decides to bring it home (since the fairies don’t need it any more), there you go. The basket won’t stay there to become litter and hopefully the wildlife will not associate the small extra ration of seeds and nuts (and one lonely scone) with people-stuff.

The idea is to honor the Goddess and God and all their creatures, to commune with the fairies on a day in which the veil is thin, and to bolster a little boy’s belief in the magical and reverence for the universe. A few frantic runs down the block, a little choreography, are nothing compared to watching Geeklet, kneeling, gently creating a special place for the fairies to “feel safe.”