Being as I'm even more of a hermit than my friend Suz is, I don't get out much. But today I found myself driving off to the Big City on business, and I ran smack dab into Imbolg.
At first it was a subtle thing. The bare trees of winter no longer seemed as harsh. Their outlines had softened with the faint beginnings of swollen buds.
Then came the official in-my-face sign: LAMBS! Very young lambs, already rather coated in the signs of Mud Season.
As I've mentioned before, I don't personally celebrate the High Days based on either the calender or astrological timing, I do it by local herding and agricultural signs. These are the signs of Imbolg in my area.
So, it's official. Imbolg has arrived. Bridget - come in, come in, and welcome!